Classic Poem

Jungfrau is a resting cloud,
Or a Lorelei of snow.
Over her the moon has bowed
With a lake-like murmur low.
Troops of the night hours wing
O'er the maiden and the fay,
Rapt and spiritual thing!
All the night her summit white
Glimmers in an endless day.
Round her dazzling winds cry loud,
And she is more glad than they.