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H, Teneriffe!

Retreating Mountain!

Purples of Ages pause for you,

Sunset reviews her Sapphire Regiment,

Day drops you her red Adieu !

Still, clad in your mail of ices,

Thigh of granite and thew of steel—

Heedless, alike, of pomp or parting,

Ah, Teneriffe!

I'm kneeling still.