WHEN old Noah stared across the floods

    Sky and water melted into one

    Looking-glass of shifting tides and sun.

    Mountain-tops were few： the ship was foul¹：

    All the morn old Noah marvelled² greatly

    At this weltering world that shone so stately

    Drowning deep the rivers and the plains.

    Through the stillness came a rippling³ breeze；

    Noah sighed remembering the green trees.

    Clear along the morning stooped a bird

    Lit beside him with a blossomed sprig.

    Earth was saved； and Noah danced a jig⁴.

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