The Earth Gods

The gods are on the mountain, they
Have sat together in a ring
For a night and for a day
Talking over everything.

Talking over many things.
All the gods are sitting there,
And from every forehead springs
A fiery plume upon the air.

Forty feet into the air
The flames are roaring, and the sky
Meets the marble brows of care,
As they talk of you and I.

While they talk of you and I
Do not make a sound, be still,
Hide among the leaves and fly
From the gods upon the hill.

Songs From The Clay [1915]