"A Mood's Extremity"
I walked among the mountains all alone
Day after day until my joy had grown
So that I craved to watch eternally
The struggle with the clouds upon the height,
The piercing white
Of narrow falling streams;
Then all at once I shut the mountains out;
And stubbornly,
With crude perversity,
Fastened my eyes on the patch of the road,
On the stones
And the ruts of carts
And the shreds of grass;
Always searching about,
Limply, like searching in dreams,
For some necessity.