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

    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.