It was the silver, heart-enveloping view <br />Of the mysterious sea-line far away, <br />Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, <br />That made it dear and beautiful to you. <br /> <br />And Laura loved it for the little hill, <br />Where the quartz sparkled fire, barren and dun, <br />Whence in the shadow of the dying sun, <br />She contemplated Hallow's wooden mill. <br /> <br />While Danny liked the sheltering high grass, <br />In which he lay upon a clear dry night, <br />To hear and see, screened skilfully from sight, <br />The happy lovers of the valley pass. <br /> <br />But oh! I loved it for the big round moon <br />That swung out of the clouds and swooned aloft, <br />Burning with passion, gloriously soft, <br />Lighting the purple flowers of fragrant June.<br /><br />Claude McKay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-plateau/
