A realm of dreams is that sublimest chasm
Cleft by the gods in Arizona's plain,
Where peak on peak, shrine, fortress, weird phantasm,
Crowd the abyss and make our grandeur vain!
Where festal sounds are heard if we but harken,
And shy forms flit and meet till moonlight wanes,
And the wind dies, and eerie shadows darken,
For over peak and plain enchantment reigns. - Edna Dean Proctor.