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Sometimes, oh, often, indeed, in the midst of ugly adver / beautiful
Memories return. You awake in wonder, you awake at half-past four, / Wondering what wonder is in store. You reach for your clothes in the dark and pull them on, / have no time
Even to wash your face, you have to climb Megunticook.
You run through the sleeping town; you do not arouse
Even a dog, you are so young and so light on your feet.
What a way to live, what a way. No breakfast, not even hungry. An apple, though, / In the pocket. And the only people you meet are store-windows.
The path up the mountain is stony and in places steep, / And here it is really dark-wonderful, wonderful, / Wonderful-the smell of bark
And rotten leaves and dew! And nobody awake
In all the world but you! - Who lie on a high cliff until your elbows ache, / To see the sun come up over Penobscot Bay.