The Seven Mountains

Seven mountains in the morning
slumber grey beneath the clouds
river-water flows between them
roads of men are carved along them
hinds and harts take refuge in them
the Seven mountains now are grey

Seven mountains in the noontime
hum with green beneath the sun
river-water drowns their anthem
the ships of men speed fast below them
fox and vixen chase about them
the Seven mountains now are green

Seven mountains in the twilight
shake the trees beneath the moon
river-people dance before them
wild winds exult above them
the homes of men are locked against them
the Seven mountains now awake.