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286 Week after week pursued!—To him was given

Full many a glimpse (but sparingly bestowed

On timid man) of Nature's processes

Upon the exalted hills. He made report

That once, while there he plied his studious work

Within that canvass Dwelling, suddenly

The many-coloured map before his eyes

Became invisible: for all around

Had darkness fallen—unthreatened, unproclaimed—

As if the golden day itself had been

Extinguished in a moment; total gloom,

In which he sate alone with unclosed eyes

Upon the blinded mountain's silent top!