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/ Rocks, trees and rocks; and down a mossy stone / The murmuring ooze and trickle of a stream / Through bushes, where the mountain spring lies lone, -- / A gleaming cairngorm where the shadows dream, -- / And one wild road winds like a saffron seam.
/ Here sang the thrush, whose pure, mellifluous note / Dropped golden sweetness on the fragrant June; / Here cat -- and blue-bird and wood-sparrow wrote / Their presence on the silence with a tune; / And here the fox drank 'neath the mountain moon.