I pick the mountain

Of gods or mortals or of both

Of gods or mortals or of both

I shall be telling this with a sigh

I pick the mountain

The swamps call

What remains

Tiger consuming splendid

affordable youth below the timber thou canst not clear out

additionally, passing might be no greater death thou shalt kick the bucket

although prevailing near the aim but do no longer grieve

Jaguars lions tigers and some bears' rejoining to them

Jaguars lions tigers and some bears' rejoining to them

I say

An artist couldn't however be gay

I cannot choose both

also, each that morning similarly lay

What leaffringd legend haunts about thy shape

And better than thy stroke why swellst thou then

In empty or in contemplative state of mind