Classic Poem

Building our beacon fire, we spread our feast
On the bare cliff high up against the sky;
Eastward a few lone clouds went sailing by,
As more and more the sunset glow increased,
And every sound of bird and leaf had ceased;
Far down below, we could the stream espy,
Seeming at rest all motionless to lie;
And life from every burden seemed released.
Range beyond range, we saw the wooded heights;
And far away, backed against paly gold,
Their rightful lords — unspeakable delights! —
Their purple splendor sturdily uphold,
While, climbing slow, the moon and eve's first star
Led every thought to heights more cool and far.