Of ice and mist and snow and sun.
A dazzle of all lights in one!
I watch it till, tall towering there
Through brightening air,
Such special splendor does it wear
It seems the sun’s own citadel,
At sight whereof my lips grow dumb
With joy I find no voice to tell;
So stricken silent, as with some
Deep gladness of o’ermastering spell;