Swiss Mountains by Night by F.B. Money-Coutts

Ye lonely peaks, with brows of ice!
Ye lonely peaks, with breasts of snow!
Like nuns remote from worlds below,
Pale with the pain of sacrifice!

Like novice clinging in a swoon
Repentant of renouncèd love,
Lies at your feet the lake; above
Leans forth the white disdainful moon!