Classic Poem

I was a cloudy Alpine peak,
Barren and bleak,
And scarred and cold;
But when you came
You turned my snow to flame,
My rocks to gold,
My crumbling crags to crimson spires
On lofty alabaster ways,
My sunset clouds to saffron fires
Before your vestal shrine ablaze,
My sombre pines to silver lyres
Sounding your praise,
Yea, and my very wounds and scars
To rosy furrows sown with stars.

I was a cloudy Alpine peak,
Barren and bleak,
And scarred and cold;
But when you came
You turned my snow to flame,
My rocks to gold.