She walks alone against the dusky sky,
With something of the manner of a queen-
Her gesturing peaks, imperious and high;
Her snowy brow, serene.
Under her feet, a tapestry of pine;
Veiling her marble figure, purple haze,
Draped with a scarf of clouds at timber-line,
In a billowy silken maze.
~ Lew Sarett
Janet Fogg / J.R.P. Fogg 