Classic Poem

Riding more sedately,
Let us view the stately
Forest castle white:
Marble is the flooring;
Branches, whitely soaring,
Rise toward heaven's height.

Not a flake is stirred here,
Not a note is heard here
Of the singing storm;
Snow each nook encumbers,
And beneath it slumbers
Summer's frozen form.

Pillared ice upholds her
Bed, and death enfolds her
In this long repose,
Curtains whitely hover,
Her chill couch to cover,
Watchful pines enclose.

Moonbeams with a bitter
Cold metallic glitter
Light the lonely hall,
And from all the darkling
Corners comes a sparkling
As of diamonds all.

Stars, like tears congealing,
Stud the castle ceiling,
Rich with filigree.
Spectres weird and gloomy,
Flit across the roomy
Chamber silently.