Mount Utsayantha - Mt. Utsayantha Poetry

Mt. Utsayantha Poetry

Written for the Stamford Mirror in the 1890's

In a lone secluded valley,
Far removed from noisy town,
Where the quaint oaks and beeches
Wave on high their branches brown,
And the forest birds and squirrels,
With their voices echos wake,
Like a glowing,
Golden mirror
Lies Utsayantho's glassy lake.

When the sun sinks slowly westward,
And a slant the shadows fall,
Utsayantho's mountain, towering
Like a massive granite wall,
Sees its own reflected image
Lightly waving to and fro,
As the west wind stirs the water
In the lake, far, far below.

At night the moonbeams glitter
On a huge, gray granite rock,
Which has stood unmoved for ages,
Defied the storm and tempest's shock.
With its ragged edge projecting
From the mountains slippery side,
Full 40 feet above the water,
Hangs this rock famed far and wide.

Here it was that Indian maiden,
Whose name the lake and mountain bear,
Plunged beneath the moonlit waters,
To drown both life and sorrow there.

See also :

Mt. Utsayantha View - written in 1897
Legend of Mt. Utsayantha 1
Legend of Mt. Utsayantha 2