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The road leads up a hill through many a brake, / Blueberry and barberry, bay and sassafras, / By an abandoned quarry, where, like glass, / A round pool lies; / an isolated lake, / A mirror for what presences, that make / Their wildwood toilets here! The road is grass / Gray-scarred with stone: great bowlders, as we pass, / Slope burly shoulders towards us.
Cedars shake / Wild balsam from their tresses; / there and here / Clasping a glimpse of ocean and of shore / In arms of swaying green.