Melancholy Grace (North Cascades)

Smiles on past Misfortune's brow Soft Reflection's hand can trace; And o'er the cheek of Sorrow throw A melancholy grace; -Gray, Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude, 1775

Music in the Air (North Cascades)

Like a reflection in a glass; like shadows in the water; Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infant's face; Like the dove's voice; like transient day; like music in the air. -William Blake, The Book of Thel, 1789

Reflection on Absence (Acadia)

Thus absence dies, and dying proves No absence can consist with loves That do partake of fair perfection:     Since in the darkest night they may     By their quick motion find a way To see each other by reflection.   The waving sea can with such flood Bathe some high palace that hath stood Far from the main up in the river:     Oh think not then but love can do     As much, for that's an ocean too, That flows not every day, but ever. -Owen Felltham, When, Dearest, I But Think on Thee, 1659

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

Liquid Fire (Lassen)

He lights--if it were land that ever burn'd With solid, as the lake with liquid fire, And such appear'd in hue as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side Of thund'ring Ætna, whose combustible And fuell'd entrails, thence conceiving fire, Sublim'd with mineral fury, aid the winds, -John Milton, Paradise Lost: Book I, 1667

Lake of Fire (Lassen)

With Arthur's vows on the great lake of fire. Tuwhoo! do ye see it? do ye see the star?" -Alfred Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament, 1871

Stillness (Lassen)

Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face, The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue: -Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: Canto the Third, 1816