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Rh Far away, on hilly slopes
 * Where fleet rivulets run,

Miles on miles of tangled fern,
 * Burnished by the sun,
 * Glow a copper dun.

For the year that's on the wane,
 * Gathering all its fire,

Flares up through the kindling world
 * As, ere they expire,
 * Flames leap high and higher.