The shudder’s passed, sure enough, -
Now - to the top!
The fear has dropped to a gulf,
For ever dropped.

No need to have a halt, I keep
To upward, and
Believe that there’s not a peak
You can’t ascend.

Among all paths disguised from sights
My road must be,
Among all not yet scaled heights
One is for me!

The snows here keep hidden names
Of them who fell.
Among all not yet paved ways
The one I’ll tell.

With clear ice of bluish tints
The slope is lit,
But secrets of bygone footprints
The granite hid...

I look into my dream above
The heads of herds,
And still believe in pureness of
White snows and words.

A lot of time might well be passed -
I’ll not forget
How here I gave up at last
To hesitate,

How this day water urged: “Pick
Own way to go!”...
And I’ll recall: “That day of week
Was Wednesday though!”...