Sky and water melted into one
Looking-glass of shifting tides and sun.
Mountain-TOPs were few: the ship was foul1:
All the morn old Noah marvelled2 greatly
At this weltering world that shone so stately
Drowning deep the rivers and the plains.
Through the stillness came a rippling3 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 jig4.