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Mountains, mountains in the morning, / Great beasts backed with stainless snow, / Rocks which even the hawks have not visited, / Vast blue shadows climbing up their gullies, / Magnificence, magnificence of blue shadows.
Child unknown who shall be mine hereafter, / Your heart, too, shall leap at sight of the mountains, / The peaks and their shadows in the morning / -- Uncaring for me or for any man -- / Even as my heart has leapt, uncaring.