Vapour and Blue

DOMED with the azure of heaven,
Floored with a pavement of pearl ;
Clothed all about with a brightness,
Soft as the eyes of a girl.

Girt with a magical girdle,
Rimmed with a vapour of rest,
These are the inland waters,
These are the lakes of the west.

Voices of slumberous music,
Spirits of mist and of flame ;
Moonlight memories, left here
By gods who long ago came ;

And, long flitting, left but an echo
In silence of moon-dim caves,
Where haze-wrapt the August night sleeps,
Or the wild heart of October raves.

Here, where the jewels of Nature
Are set in the light of God's smile,
Far from the world's wild throbbing and beat,
I will stay me and rest me a while ;

And store in my heart old music,
Melodies gathered and sung
By the genies of love and of beauty,
When the heart of the world was young.