Straight from the grey cells:

In Time Like Glass
by Walter James Turner

In time like glass the stars are kept
And seeming fluttering butterflies
Are fixed fast in time's glass net
With mountains and with maids' bright eyes

Above the cold Cordilleras hung
The winged eagle, and the moon
The gold snow-throated orchid sprung
From gloom where peers the dark baboon

The Himalayas white wrapped brows
The jewel eyed bear that threads their caves
The lush plains lowing herds of cows
That shadow entering human graves

All these like stars in time are kept
They vanish but can never pass
The sun that with them fades is yet
Fast fixed as they in time like glass.