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Part I. And so, where on the huge rough stones

The black and massy shadows lay,

And through the dark, and through the cold,

And through the yawning fissures old,

Did Peter boldly press his way

Right through the quarry;—and behold

A scene of soft and lovely hue!

Where blue, and grey, and tender green,

Together made as sweet a scene

As ever human eye did view.

Beneath the clear blue sky he saw

A little field of meadow ground;

But field or meadow name it not;

Call it of earth a small green plot,

With rocks encompass'd round.