Celebrating 50:Xvi

O nature's Babel towers here 'bove all Sloping upward with her dense rugged wall Blue and luminous in her misty dress She suckles a city at her bright breast. Yet the laborers are not found that built The massive frame that brings worship to you Goddess of the healing spring. We would wilt Like plants suck dry without your shining dew. And yet I looking up ponders now still What volcanic art inspired set your will In massive metaphor of stones? What fires Poured out the rivers: opposing desires From which the Liguanea unrolled? Beneath your summit still you thrall my soul.