Classic Poem

Over the snow I took my way,
Just after golden break of day,
From dreams no tongue can rightly say.

The morning air made me feel glad
As fairy breezes Galahad;
I walked with expectation clad.

The mists around me rolled and curled,
Like waves by a fierce storm upwhirled,
Or thoughts in a wild tumult hurled.

The linked clouds hid all the sky,
Save where the sunrise made on high
A splendor you might deem God's eye.

My sight was to the sunrise turned,
Its light within my spirit burned,
My feet the snowy pavement spurned.

Into the light I took my way,
Just after golden break of day,
From dreams no tongue can rightly say.