The Four Lakes Of Madison

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Four limpid lakes, -- four Naiades
Or sylvan deities are these,
In flowing robes of azure dressed,
Four lovely handmaids that uphold
Their shining mirrors, rimmed with gold,
To the fair city in the West.

By day the coursers of the Sun
Drink of these waters as they run
Their swift diurnal round on high;
By night the constellations glow
Far down the hollow deeps below,
And glimmer in another sky.

Fair lakes, serene and full of light,
Fair town, arrayed in robes of white,
How visionary ye appear!
All like a floating landscape seems
In cloudland or the land of dreams
Bathed in a golden atmosphere.