Four limpid lakes,--four Naiades <br />Or sylvan deities are these, <br />In flowing robes of azure dressed; <br />Four lovely handmaids, that uphold <br />Their shining mirrors, rimmed with gold, <br />To the fair city in the West. <br /> <br />By day the coursers of the sun <br />Drink of these waters as they run <br />Their swift diurnal round on high; <br />By night the constellations glow <br />Far down the hollow deeps below, <br />And glimmer in another sky. <br /> <br />Fair lakes, serene and full of light, <br />Fair town, arrayed in robes of white, <br />How visionary ye appear! <br />All like a floating landscape seems <br />In cloud-land or the land of dreams, <br />Bathed in a golden atmosphere!<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-harbour-the-four-lakes-of-madison/
