To Him

Far from the cities, far from the sound
Where the green grasses were all around,
He had his cottage; home sweet home
Which he made his little kingdom.

The blue mountain was not so far
In his home shone shining star,
The star of stars he had in him
Near his home flowed cool stream.

Strong son of the vast, blue hill
True smell of it he did feel,
From the small he went to the vast
He was good- and so all trust.

Soft and cool breeze touched his skin
The lustrous nature kissed his hand,
Pain of detachment he forgot
His name would always be written on sand.

Flakes of snow would sing for him
Birds would bid him a very good-bye,
Son of hills, whom he loved,
In his cool lap he will die.