How mighty is the mountain, how deep its shadow? How heavy is my heart. How broken I feel. If I have walked the tightrope, I have fallen. If I have fallen, I stood again. How weak I feel. Still, the mountain stands, casting an early night upon us. In such darkness, I cannot find an easy sleep. Snowy top, can you not cool my burning brains? You who never fall, have sympathy for me!
I’ll walk again anon. Perhaps, again, I’ll fall. See my silhouette against the mountain; for a moment, I flew.
Oh dreams, do not desert me now!
Tale Told 