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 Mightily rose the cliffs; and mighty trees

Grew on them; and the caverns, channelled deep,

Cut through them like dark veins; and like the seas,

Roaring, the desperate water took its leap;

Yet dim within the cave, like sound in sleep,

Came the fall's voice; my flitting fire made

More truth to me than all the water said.

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