Classic Poem

Thence , from that spot, my spirit sprang;
my body lay in trance on mound;
my soul, by grace of God, had fared
adventuring, where marvels be
I knew not where that region was;
I was cast, I knew, where cliffs rose sheer
Towards a forest I set my face,
where rocks so rich were to descry,
that none can trow how rich the light,
the gleaming glory glinting thence,
for ne'er a web that mortals wove
was half so wondrously bewrought.