Classic Poem

One solitary sea gull hovering,
Like an adventurous spirit, o'er the deep,
And he, too, glides as silent on the wing
As a child's thoughts of heaven. Parched and steep,
The red-browed mountains slumber, like the sleep
Of a drugged giant — dreamless, deep and wild.
A few dwarfed pines and impish cedars creep
Along the embrowned summits, half-beguiled
By the warm sunbeams, where no foliage ever smiled.