Classic Poem

and beneath the star
Of evening let the steep and lonely path
The steep path of the rocky mountain side
Among the stillness of the mountains hear
The panting of thy breath.

Where truth
Like some fair fabric in romantic glory
Built by the charm of sounds and symphonies
Uplifts her fair proportions at the call
Of pleasure her best minister.

these populous slopes
With all their groves and with their murmurous woods,
Giving a curious feeling to the mind
Of peopled solitude.