Far from windows and his work he climbed,

Taking me up blue rock, blue wind, and snow,

Though then I sat here warm, trimmed, timed.

Oh, he cut other names because he loved them,

Bear mine, he said, because he believed them.

Given a symbol, my three-times-rock-out

Name on three mountain-tops, I turn and turn it

In dark, light; in good, ill. How could I not

Examine what honor in myself translated

Would so long in stone and for so long be stated?

I am in good company, he and I know that.

DO what we may now, the names are there to be

Frozen, howled on; bouldered, God knows what,

But together. Let them stand. I told him sun on us

Warm those mountains like the love in us.