Classic Poem

Snow on the hills and stars in a crystal sky ...
Around me the golden leagues of the prairie lie
Under the blaze of July:

And my heart turns home to the hills in their wintry white
As I saw them last on that last December night
Lustrous in cold starlight —

To the hills of my heart that are far over land and sea,
And the snug little house on the Beacon where I would be,
That is all-in-all to me.

So, under the glare of July,
While around me the aching leagues of the prairie lie,
I long for the snow on the hills and the stars in a crystal sky.