inspirational poem

pushing out, struggling vainly
your body's motion is like music
when freedom from her mountain height
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
and how could you dream of meeting
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
among the mountains i wandered
be not angry with me
often is it not so?
she might have known it in the earlier spring
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
quietly, with reverance, in awe
a very remarkable history this is
i bid them all farewell