Now there dwelt a wood-cutter in the midst of the lower forest:
He dwelt alone with his daughter.

The youth was wandering through the forest, and thirsted:
It was near noon …
He spied the wood-cutter's cabin, and came to the door.

The house was empty, sweetened with pine-needle air,
Shafts of dusty forest sunlight, and silence …
Silence, save for a creek of the heights
That roared white and icy down the rocky flume …

The youth searched about, drawing near to the waters,
And came to some bushes, and peered through:
And he forgot his Mother and himself, adoring the glory of this world.