Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — The Four Lakes of Madison

Four limpid lakes,—four Naiades Or sylvan deities are these,        &nbsp In flowing robes of azure dressed; Four lovely handmaids, that uphold Their shining mirrors, rimmed with gold,        &nbsp To the fair city in the West. By day the coursers of the sun Drink of these waters as they run        &nbsp Their swift diurnal round on high; By night the constellations glow Far down the hollow deeps below,        &nbsp And glimmer in another sky. Fair lakes, serene and full of light, Fair town, arrayed in robes of white,        &nbsp How visionary ye appear! All like a floating landscape seems In cloud-land or the land of dreams,        &nbsp Bathed in a golden atmosphere!