Th3 beauty of the northern dawns, <br />Their pure, pale light is thine; <br />Yet all the dreams of tropic nights <br />Within thy blue eyes shine. <br />Not statelier in their prisoning seas <br />The icebergs grandly move, <br />But in thy smile is youth and joy, <br />And in thy voice is love. <br /> <br />Thou art like Hecla's crest that stands <br />So lonely, proud, and high, <br />No earthly thing may come between <br />Her summit and the sky. <br />The sun in vain may strive to melt <br />Her crown of virgin snow- <br />But the great heart of the mountain glows <br />With deathless fire below.<br /><br />John Hay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christine/
