Consider these deathless lines by Charles Battell Loomis:

A Classic Ode

Oh, limpid stream of Tyrus, now I hear
   The pulsing wings of Armageddon's host,
Clear as a colcothar and yet more clear--
   (Twin orbs, like those of which the Parsees boast;)

Down in thy pebbled deeps in early spring
   The dimpled naiads sport, as in the time
When Ocidelus with untiring wing
   Drave teams of prancing tigers, 'mid the chime

Of all the bells of Phicol. Scarcely one
   Peristome veils its beauties now, but then--
Like nascent diamonds, sparkling in the sun,
   Or sainfoin, circinate, or moss in marshy fen.

Loud as the blasts of Tubal, loud and strong,
    Sweet as the songs of Sappho, aye more sweet;
Long as the spear of Arnon, twice as long,
   What time he hurled it at King Pharaoh's feet.

As Douglas Hofstadter has pointed out, the archaizing language and the mix of classical and Biblical allusions all lend authority to this poem. A reader may read it, and re-read it: there must be some meaning there, it seems so serious in tone and intention. Further study will bring it to light. Good luck!