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 foul:
All the morn old Noah marvelled greatly 5
At this weltering world that shone so stately
Drowning deep the rivers and the plains.
Through the stillness came a rippling breeze;
Noah sighed remembering the green trees.
Clear along the morning stooped a bird ¡ª 10
Lit beside him with a blossomed sprig.
Earth was saved; and Noah danced a jig.