Classic Poem

The blue, faded purple, horizon mount
Seemed to bellow the valleys in mists
Of enriching, ensuing, divine shadowings...
Where may this be? Perhaps unpopulated
Crags of stepping rocks, where thought
Slumbers, inhaled thought, unbearing
Real earth that refines e'en the insects' muse.
Royalty defies the haunt they chose,
Therein mingles wild, perspective charm,
As immortals' thorny, entangled growth
'Mongst the field of oaks, pressing steep
Twilight's veil, Milky Way's fence; the deep,
Lionized eagle hisses o'er this scene;
Birds, wild swans, glide palely o'er a charming stream.