Low-anchored cloud, <br />Newfoundland air, <br />Fountain head and source of rivers, <br />Dew-cloth, dream drapery, <br />And napkin spread by fays; <br />Drifting meadow of the air, <br />Where bloom the dasied banks and violets, <br />And in whose fenny labyrinth <br />The bittern booms and heron wades; <br />Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers, <br />Bear only purfumes and the scent <br />Of healing herbs to just men's fields!<br /><br />Henry David Thoreau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mist/
