I look down
Upon the world,
Spread below me
In the setting sun.

Out of the shadowy forest
Winds the road
by which I came,
Deserted.

Even as I gaze.
A bank of cloud
Sweeps down,
And, at a stroke,
Blots out the world.

But far above me,
In the sun's last rays,
Still gleams
the topmost peak

[Photograph:  Bristly Ridge,, Tryfan. Southeastern Carneddau]