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stream, its channel deep Beneath a rock's rough base had torn; The cliff, like a vast castle wall, was steep By fretting rains in many a crevice worn; But the fern wav'd there, and the mosses crept, And o'er the summit, where the wind Peel'd from their stems the silver rind, Depending birches wept There, tufts of broom a footing used to find,