“Peace hath an altar there. The sounding feet
Of thunder and the ‘wildering wings of rain
Against fire-rifted summits flash and beat,
And through grey upper gorges swoop and strain;
But round that hallowed mountain-spring remain,
Year after year, the days of tender heat,
And gracious nights, whose lips with flowers are sweet,
And filtered lights, and lutes of soft refrain.
A still, bright pool…” ~ Henry Kendall, “A Mountain Spring”
South Fork of the West Fork of the Gallatin River
Big Sky, Montana
