The Girl from Yellow Mountain

Lost we are, on this endless path,
with light fading, and fading fast;
I see a girl with the lantern light,
Over an endless sea of glittering glass.

Wind blows the clouds vast
away, like an explosions aftermath.
Then, I see, with eyes of glee
The sad limitations of certainty.

Ah! The path beneath is breathing fire,
As if a mantle plume was a quagmire!
I look at her, and this I ask,
Whether this trial is my forgotten task.

The white moon climbs up a hill
And makes her shiver with a chill;
That breaks my resolve, and throws me off,
into an unending dream, That I cannot stop.

I look to her, and I plead to that ingenue
to let my plaintive delusions continue,
While drop by drop the clouds build up,
And cut off my wretched faltering view.

Ah! The path beneath is breathing fire
As if a mantle plume was a quagmire!
I look at her and this I ask,
Should on her now, I put a deathly mask?