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and I saw a glancing, dancing mountain stream, pure as the virgin snows whence it flowed, singing through sun and shade, over pearls and gold dust, slipping along unstained by weed or rain, or heavy foot of cattle, touching the flowers with a dewy kiss,  a beam of grace, a happy song, a line of light, in the dim and troubled landscape. AND I SAW A GLANCING DANCING MOUNTAIN STREAM PURE AS THE VIRGIN SNOWS WHENCE IT FLOWED SINGING THROUGH SUN AND SHADE OVER PEARLS AND GOLD DUST SLIPPING ALONG UNSTAINED BY WEED OR RAIN OR HEAVY FOOT OF CATTLE TOUCHING THE FLOWERS WITH A DEWY KISS A BEAM OF GRACE A HAPPY SONG A LINE OF LIGHT IN THE DIM AND TROUBLED LANDSCAPE
 those depthless waters and through those spacious skies. I gazed upon the twilight, the inscrutable silence, like a God-fearing discoverer upon a new and vast sea bursting upon him through forest glooms, and in the fervor of whose impassioned gaze, a millenial and poetic world arises, and man need no longer die to be happy. "My companions naturally deserted me, for I had grown wearily grave and abstracted: and, unable to resist the allurements of my spectacles, I was constantly lost in the world, of which those companions were part, yet of which they knew nothing. "I grew cold and hard, almost morose; people seemed to me so blind and unreasonable. They did the wrong thing. They called green, yellow; and black, white. Young men said of a girl, 'What a lovely, simple creature!' I looked, and there was only a glistening wisp of straw, dry and hollow. Or they said, 'What a cold, proud beauty!' I looked, and lo! a Madonna, whose heart held the world. Or they said, 'What a wild, giddy girl! ED AND BLOWN BY PERFUMED WINDS DRIFTING OVER THOSE DEPTHLESS WATERS AND THROUGH THOSE SPACIOUS SKIES I GAZED UPON THE TWILIGHT THE INSCRUTABLE SILENCE LIKE A GOD FEARING DISCOVERER UPON A NEW AND VAST SEA BURSTING UPON HIM THROUGH FOREST GLOOMS AND IN THE FERVOR OF WHOSE IMPASSIONED GAZE A MILLENNEAL AND POETIC WORLD ARISES AND MAN NEED NO LONGER DIE TO BE HAPPY MY COMPANIONS NATURALLY DESERTED ME FOR I HAD GROWN WEARILY GRAVE AND ABSTRACTED AND UNABLE TO RESIST THE ALLUREMENTS OF MY SPECTACLES I WAS CONSTANTLY LOST IN THE WORLD OF WHICH THOSE COMPANIONS WERE PART YET OF WHICH THEY KNEW NOTHING I GREW COLD AND HARD ALMOST MOROSE PEOPLE SEEMED TO ME SO BLIND AND UNREASONABLE THEY DID THE WRONG THING THEY CALLED GREEN YELLOW AND BLACK WHITE YOUNG MEN SAID OF A GIRL WHAT A LOVELY SIMPLE CREATURE I LOOKED AND THERE WAS ONLY A GLISTENING WISP OF STRAW DRY AND HOLLOW OR THEY SAID WHAT A COLD PROUD BEAUTY I LOOKED AND LO A MADONNA WHOSE HEART HELD THE WORLD OR THEY SAID WHAT A WILD GIDDY GIRL
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