Classic Poem

Far in the eastern skies,
Forever changing, yet forever fair,
I see, before the sun begins to rise,
My castle in the air.

In the dawn-shimmered sky,
Where the low-lying mist the hilltops shrouds,
The tall, sun-gilded castle gleameth, high
And turreted with clouds.

Its golden portals stand,
Within a world this earth can never mar,
No shadow-phantoms haunt that fairy-land,
Beneath the morning star.

But when I seek that land,
My cloud-realm fades into the sunny day,
I cannot reach that fair, enchanted strand,
It is so far away.

Yet when the sky is dim,
And when the earth is dark, I gaze afar,
To see my dream-land on the eastern rim,
Beneath the morning star.