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80  O dismal shores, with many a barren cliff, By boundless ocean! Night and gloom are blent

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Here I stand beneath the mountains gloom-oppressed, And hushed to rest, In whom a thousand years on high And mutely eke a thousand years arose. And birds, who to these shadows fly, Resignedly and wistfully repose, Like a grey trunk, like a deserted stone, Its form into the heavens wildly flinging.

The mid-day sun has flown, And like a wondrous lamp has sped away Our ballad with its gold and cloud array Somewhere with waning tones in timid wise is singing— And mightily aglow, Like to a Dream and a heart-beat into space doth flow.

The tepid gulls of lakes grow blue far down, And ice and snow the highest summits crown, 