Author Katharine Lee Bates It is the hour when yon stern height Puts on her bridal grace, The hour when day's departing light Steals to her lonely face, And touches every rugged line With such ethereal gleam, The crystal mountain stands divine, A maiden in her dream. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments