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O to dream, O to awake and wander / There, and with delight to take and render, / Through the trance of silence, / Quiet breath; / Lo! for there among the flowers and grasses, / Only the mightier movement sounds and passes; / Only winds and rivers, / Life and death.
The flowers were of snow, the rivers of ice, and if Stevenson had been to the Antarctic he would have made them so.