This is the maiden Solitude, too fair <br />For mortal eyes to gaze on--she who dwells <br />In the lone valley where the water wells <br />Clear from the marble, where the mountain air <br />Is resinous with pines, and white peaks bare <br />Their unpolluted bosoms to the stars, <br />And holy Reverence the passage bars <br />To meaner souls who seek to enter there; <br />Only the worshipper at Nature's shrine <br />May find that maiden waiting to be won, <br />With broad calm brow and meek eyes of the dove, <br />May drink the rarer ether all divine, <br />And, earthly toils and earthly troubles done, <br />May win the longed-for sweetness of her love.<br /><br />James Lister Cuthbertson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-16/
