As Within a Furnace Bright
"Lo! the sun upsprings behind,
Broad, red, radiant, half-reclined
On the level quivering line
Of the waters crystalline;
And before that chasm of light,
As within a furnace bright,
Column, tower, and dome, and spire,
Shine like obelisks of fire,
Pointing with inconstant motion
From the altar of dark ocean
To the sapphire-tinted skies;
As the flames of sacrifice
From the marble shrines did rise
As to pierce the dome of gold
Where Apollo spoke of old."
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792-1822 ~
From "Written among the Euganean Hills, North Italy"
I have so many images to catch up on ... I will pst them as I edit.