THE inland lies, far island infinite
in blue beneath the feathery air that hovers
over all and quietly discovers
distance and the marvelous violet
of the Adirondacks standing in the light
as if the far-off evening coming forever,
through vistas of silvery moisture and the quiver
of woods as dark and lovely as the night.
This is the timeless weather and the land,
with blue above and blue on either hand,
and light, like stairs of angels far away,
a view of Eden that enlarges itself like thunder
and opens in the mind the wide wonder
of all the earth, the world, on a single day.