Classic Poem

In summer when the Vales are clear
And lowland hedges toss their flowery lights,
How oft the great Alps disappear
And mists invade your foreheads, O ye sovran heights!

But when midwinter's bitterest power
Must be endured, and the chill rose is done
And little farms in valleys cower
Ye, everlasting summits, do abide in sun!