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That day we wandered 'mid the hills, -- so lone / Clouds are not lonelier, -- the forest lay / In emerald darkness 'round us. Many a stone / And gnarly root, gray-mossed, made wild our way; / And many a bird the glimmering light along / Showered the golden bubbles of its song.
Then in the valley, where the brook went by, / Silvering the ledges that it rippled from, -- / An isolated slip of fallen sky, / Epitomizing heaven in its sum, -- / An iris bloomed -- blue, as if, flower-disguised, / The gaze of Spring had there materialized.