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[1] Through bearded cliffs a valley has driven thus deep / Its wedge into the mountain and no more. / The faint track of farthest-wandering sheep / Ends here, and the grey hollows at their core / Of silence feel the dulled continuous roar / Of higher streams. At every step the skies / Grow less and in their place black ridges rise.
[2] Hither, long after noon, with plodding tread / And eyes on earth, grown dogged, Dymer came, / Who all the long day in the woods had fled / From the horror of those lips that screamed his name / And cursed him. Busy wonder and keen shame / Were driving him, and little thoughts like bees / Followed and pricked him on and left no ease.