Thomas Campbell - Hope

At summer eve, when heaven's aerial bow <br />Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, <br />Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, <br />Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky? <br />Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear <br />More sweet than all the landscape smiling near? - <br />'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, <br />And robes the mountain in its azure hue.<br /><br />Thomas Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-45/