Literature of Mount Shasta Night on Shasta From Literary California, 1918 By Ralph Bacon

How very close to heaven it seems up here,
When noiseless night her velvet curtain drops!
I dare not raise my head above the copse
Lest I should bump some star, they are so near.
How dark below; above, how dazzling clear!
The moon, just risen, sails the sky and stops
Resplendent, in the dark firs' stunted tops-
But where the goddess of the silver spear?

Sweet heathen! She has not the hardihood
To hunt so close the very throne of God;
Her beauty cannot charm this sacred wood;
She dares not tread upon such hallowed sod;
In some Ionian vale she conquers still,
But not upon this vast sidereal hill.