They have softened now into blue,
And with clouds falling like a wedding veil,
They repose with mountainous thoughts of ther own.
A man, straining to impress, told me their names,
But they don’t know them.
They have endured, nameless for billions of years,
And I have crawled up them, skittering down like a stone,
And have waded in their waters,
And knelt among their flowers,
And felt the rain upon my face.
Hear, O Israelites, the Name you cannot speak,
All nature resounds with it.
Nearer my God to Thee,
Nearer my God to me.