This summer day is all one palace rare, <br />Builded by architects of life unseen, <br />In elfin hours the sun and moon between, <br />Up out of quarries of the sea and air, <br />And earth's fine essences. Aladdin's were <br />But tinsel sheen beside this gloried dream, <br />High, sunny-windowed, walled by wood and stream, <br />And high, dome-roofed, blue-burnished, beyond compare. <br />Here reigns a king, the happiest known on earth, <br />That blithesome monarch mortals call the wind, <br />Who roves his galleries wide in vagrant mirth, <br />His courtier clouds obedient to his mind; <br />Or when he sleeps his sentinal stars are still, <br />With ethiop guards o'ertopping some grave hill.<br /><br />William Wilfred Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-s-royalty/
