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TO J. FOX, JR.
/ You remember how the mist, / When we climbed to Devil's Den, / Pearly in the mountain glen, / And above us, amethyst, / Throbbed or circled? then away, / Through the wildwoods opposite, / Torn and scattered, morning-lit, / Vanished into dewy gray? -- / Vague as in romance we saw, / From the fog, one riven trunk, / Talon-like with branches shrunk, / Thrust a monster dragon claw. / And we climbed for hours through / The dawn-dripping Jellicoes, / To a wooded rock that shows / Undulating leagues of blue / Summits; mountain-chains that lie / Dark with forests; bar on bar, / Ranging their irregular / Purple peaks beneath a sky / Soft as slumber. Range on range / Billow their enormous spines, / Where the rocks and priestly pines / Sit eternal, without change.