Day 14: Castle Gardens

I cannot sleep, though sleep is pressing down
Against a rapt and straying consciousness
That dreams of castle gardens in the clouds
And builds a landscape language can’t express.
Compared to haughty ramparts that, serene
And distant, rise above the peaks, where thrice
The seraphim high on that summit-scene
There blast their silver trumps o’er paradise,
Or that enchanted pond, where far below,
Like radiance unharnessed from a jewel,
The dawn's apotheosis sets aglow
The very trees, the very stones, the pool,
Compared to that, what sleep can be redeemed
While eloquence fails vistas yet undreamed?