Classic Poem

Northward I saw thy myriad lamps aglow,
A glittering, jeweled sandal worn with pride
Even by star-crowned Night; where white Noon died,
The moon hung golden over fields of snow,
Touching with tenderest flush the peaks below,
From the dark Myths, the storied lake beside,
O'er serried crag and cleft, to Heaven's bride,
The Jungfrau, pale with prescience of her woe.

When from behind the silhouettes of dawn
The level streamers, westward shooting, kissed
Snow-field and cliff to rose and amethyst,
Across the turquoise lake, the emerald lawn
Of hills and woods, I saw thee shy withdrawn,
The faery city of the morning mist.