On My Trappist Rock in Spring

Verdant and solid, the ground reappears when the
          sun wears the Circlet,
Tying year's end to new year's beginning; and meekly the
          waters give over.
Silently ceasing the siege, till dappled and
          calm, running smoothly,
Leisurely hurrying past to the sound of its
          own cheerful singing,
Rippling and simmering, no end in sight, a
          river unwinding.
Sunbeam nor eye nor stem or rock can
          resist the resistless
Pull of its mighty inexorable weight;
          born on its broad back,
Leaning low 'neath the current. Surging past
          the rocks it once covered,
Breaking the flow to pause till it dips and
          slides round the turning.