Marvel (Lassen)

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky.

-Wordsworth,
My Heart Leaps Up

Farewell (Sierra)

Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well.

-Byron, Fare Thee Well

Haste (Sierra)

A moment's halt - a momentary taste
Of being from the well amid the waste -
And lo - the phantom caravan has reached
The nothing it set out from - oh, make haste!

-Omar Khayyam/Edward Fitzgerald,
The Rubaiyat

Blush (Crater Lake)

The conscious water saw its God and blushed.

-Richard Crashaw, Epigram

Tempest Dark (North Cascades)

I see the light, and I hear the sound;    I'll sail on the flood of the tempest dark, With the calm within and the light around    Which makes night day: And thou, when the gloom is deep and stark,    Look from thy dull earth, slumber-bound, My moon-like flight thou then mayst mark    On high, far away. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Two Spirits: An Allegory, 1824

Cloud City (North Cascades)

Now sunk the sun; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober gray; Nature in silence bid the world repose; When near the road a stately palace rose: There by the moon through ranks of trees they pass, Whose verdure crown'd their sloping sides of grass. -Thomas Parnell, The Hermit, 1722 I sift the snow on the mountains below,         And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white,         While I sleep in the arms of the blast. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud, 1820

Paean in the Mist (Acadia)

'Mid the mountains Euganean I stood listening to the paean With which the legion'd rooks did hail The sun's uprise majestical; Gathering round with wings all hoar, Through the dewy mist they soar Like gray shades, till the eastern heaven Bursts, and then, as clouds of even, Fleck'd with fire and azure, lie In the unfathomable sky, -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills, 1819

Ancient Mariner (Acadia)

In mist or cloud on mast or shroud     It perch'd for vespers nine, Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white     Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. "God save thee, ancyent Marinere! -William Wordsworth and Samuel T. Coleridge, Lyrical Ballads, 1798

Angel of Rain and Fire (Acadia)

Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,   Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,   Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,   Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread   On the blue surface of thine aery surge,   Like the bright hair uplifted from the head   Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge   Of the horizon to the zenith's height,   The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge   Of the dying year, to which this closing night   Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,   Vaulted with all thy congregated might   Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere   Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear! -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind, 1820

Tempest Fleet (Acadia)

Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above, the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily, And behind, the tempest fleet Hurries on with lightning feet, -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills, 1819