i
An ethereal mountain, or 
A firm-sinewed cloud? 

ii 
After Krishna had left off 

Playing with the milkmaids, 

They gave their milk and cream 

To ingenious angels, 

Who made for the God this 

Giant ice cream, softly, slowly 

Dissolving upon the snowy dish of Itself. 

iii 
Immaculate birth 

of 

floating 
Majesty on those 

Northern skies. 
Immense as nowhere, 
That rootless 

repose.