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450 Still in my soul the voice I heard

Of Obermann! Away

I turned; by some vague impulse stirred,

Along the rocks of Naye,—

Past Sonchaud's piny flanks I gaze,

And the blanched summit bare

Of Malatrait, to where in haze

The Valais opens fair,

And the domed Velan, with his snows,

Behind the upcrowding hills,

Doth all the heavenly opening close

Which the Rhone's murmur fills;

And glorious there, without a sound,

Across the glimmering lake,

High in the Valais-depth profound,

I saw the morning break.