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/ I. There lay in a vale 'twixt lone mountains / A garden entangled with flowers, / Where the whisper of echoing fountains / Stirred softly the musk-breathing bowers. / Where torrents cast down from rock-masses, / From caverns of red-granite steeps, / With thunders sonorous clove passes / And maddened dark gulfs with rash leaps, / With the dolorous foam of their leaps.
/ II. And, oh, when the sunrays came heaping / The foam of those musical chasms, / With a scintillant dust as of diamonds, / It seemed that white spirits were sweeping / Down, down thro' those voluble chasms, / Wild weeping in resonant spasms. / And the wave from the red-hearted granite / In veins rolled tumbling around; / Meandered thro' shade-haunted forests / Where many rock barriers did span it / To dash it in froth and in sound: / Where the nights with their great moons could wan it, / Or star its dusk stillness profound.