Classic Poem

Fresh from the mountains' changeless snow
You kiss the heat from out my brow;
Your heart-song is a lyreful trill
Learned from the romping, icy rill
That taught you, as it rushed along,
That low, heart-cooling Druid song.
You whisper secrets of the snows,
Found where the slender harebell blows;
Through the ice palaces you seek,
Jeweling the eagle-echoed peak;
Thrill to his tempest-scattered screams,
As he awakes the clouds' blue dreams.
Tell me their dreams! You wander far,
Through ragged cloud veils, see each star
Smile reassurance through the wrack
That Dawn comes down her silver track,
To make Night fold her sable wings.
The Heav'n-aspiring lark high sings,
Among your unseen airy streams;
You romp the clouds among moonbeams,—
So you must know.—Tell me their dreams!