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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.