Monadnock from Wachusett

I would I were a painter, for the sake

Of a sweet picture, and of her who led,

A fitting guide, with reverential tread,

Into that mountain mystery. First a lake

Tinted with sunset; next the wavy lines

Of far receding hills; and yet more far,

Monadnock lifting from his night of pines

His rosy forehead to the evening star.

John Greenleaf Whittier (1862)