You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock? - Lord Byron

Mont Blanc is the Monarch of mountains;
They crowned him long ago,
On a throne of rocks — in a robe of clouds –
With a Diadem of Snow.

And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful
That God alone was to be seen in heaven.

Some have accused me of a strange design
Against the creed and morals of this land,
And trace it in this poem every line:
I don't pretend that I quite understand
My meaning when I would be very fine;
But the fact is that I have nothing planned...