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She saw me not-she heard me not-alone / Upon the mountain's dizzy brink she stood; / She spake not, breathed not, moved not-there was thrown / Over her look, the shadow of a mood / Which only clothes the heart in solitude, / A thought of voiceless depth; -she stood alone, / Above, the Heavens were spread; -below, the flood / Was murmuring in its caves; -the wind had blown / Her hair apart, through which her eyes and forehead shone.
A cloud was hanging o'er the western mountains; / Before its blue and moveless depth were flying / Gray mists poured forth from the unresting fountains / Of darkness in the North: -the day was dying: - / Sudden, the sun shone forth, its beams were lying / Like boiling gold on Ocean, strange to see, / And on the shattered vapours, which defying / The power of light in vain, tossed restlessly / In the red Heaven, like wrecks in a tempestuous sea.