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 White leaping waters of wild cataracts fall From crag and jag in lapses musical, And streams meandering amid daisied leas Throb with the pulses of tumultuous seas. From hills and valleys smoking mists arise, Steeped in pale gold and amethystine dyes. The land takes colour from him, and the flowers Laugh in his path like sun-dyed April showers. The moving clouds in calm or thunderstorm, All shows of things in colour, sound, or form Moulded mysteriously, are freshly wrought Within the fiery furnace of his thought.