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
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
Lit beside him with a blossomed sprig.
Earth was saved； and Noah danced a jig.