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She stands beside the ancient well That from the broken wall Sings day and night the same sweet song In one low silvery fall. She stands a lovely, lonely child Without a thought of fear; The cave of nature is around The little mountaineer.

A pensiveness beyond its years Is in her childish grace; For many lonely hours have given Their meaning to her face. The mighty storms, the mighty hills, Have lent their solemn cheer; A poet's world is in her heart— The little mountaineer.