Classic Poem

And oft, before he reach'd the summit height,
He paused, in silent, dazzled reverie;
For in the living world no lovelier sight
Of Summer's painted beauty meets the eye.
Above him, one bright blue infinity;
The land beneath him boundless as a sea;
Magnificent with all bright shapes and dyes,
Leagues of tomato, vineyards, orangeries,
And yellow pasture plains that seem'd to rise
And vanish in the far Nevada's blue.
And at his feet, like webs of silver dew,
Glistening and woven through the Huerta's bowers,
From many a Moorish fount the living rill.
And farther off, your brighter, broader streams
Smooth-gliding Vargo, rapid Monachil,
With serpent splendours in the sunset gleams,
Sweeping in pomp, by hills, and groves, and towers.