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I: In dark ascent the pine-clad hills / Repose on heaven their rocky crest. / Lit by the flash of falling rills / That in the valley-shadow rest, / Chafing in rainbow-spray that finds / Its sunshine in the gusty winds.
II: Clouds folded round the topmost peaks / Shut out the gorges from the sun: / 'Tis mid-day ere the early streaks / Of sunshine down the valley run; / But where the opening cliffs expand, / The early sea-light breaks on land.