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Whilst ever o'er them, shimmering high Against the sky, A glittering, crystal radiance streams, Wherein the mountain floats and gleams Through frosty fleeces, till it seems That some great morning star, instead Of earth, hangs trembling overhead, A dream of all most lovely dreams! An airy miracle, overspread With veils of silvery tissue spun Of ice and mist and snow and sun. A dazzle of all lights in one! WHILST O'ER THEM SHIMMERING HIGH AGAINST THE SKY A GLITTERING CRYSTAL RADIANCE STREAMS WHEREIN THE MOUNTAIN FLOATS AND GLEAMS THROUGH FROSTY FLEECES TILL IT SEEMS THAT SOME GREAT MORNING STAR INSTEAD OF EARTH HANGS TREMBLING OVERHEAD A DREAM OF ALMOST LOVELY DREAMS AN AIRY MIRACLE OVERSPREAD WITH VEILS OF SILVERY TISSUE SPUN OF ICE AND MIST AND SNOW AND SUN A DAZZLE OF ALL LIGHTS IN ONE
They wrap the red-wood trees and veil The topmost crests of pine and oak, And balsam boughs and juniper Wherethrough the west winds faintly stir The underwood, and gently stroke The tall young ferns, and smooth the fur Of countless happy forest-folk. Wild little hearts, that throb unknown Save to the fondling winds alone, Bright eyes, that sparkle free of fear, O earth is sweet, and life is dear! Here in these forests, still your own, In primal peace, this many a year God keep you here! Here where across the waking lands Young willows wave their bloomy wands, Whilst up the heights and far away The pine trees climb in singing bands And feathery spruces surge and sway And clap their cones, like little hands, For gladness of the day! Up, up, they clamber on until The tenuous air smites keen and chill, And far winds blow From leagues of everlasting snow; And then the mountain buds, more bold, Their sheaths unfold And light their golden fires and glow With flame unquenched by frost or cold. S OF NEWLY RISEN SMOKE THEY WRAP THE RED WOOD TREES AND VEIL THE TOPMOST CRESTS OF PINE AND OAK AND BALSA BOUGHS IN JUNIPER WHERE THROUGH THE WEST WINDS FAINTLY STIR THE UNDERWOOD AND GENTLY STROKE THE TALL YOUNG FERNS AND SMOOTH THE FUR OF COUNTLESS HAPPY FOREST FOLK WILD AT LITTLE HEARTS THAT THROB UNKNOWN SAVE TO THE FONDLING WINDS ALONE BRIGHT EYES THAT SPARKLE FREE OF FEAR O EARTH IS SWEET AND LIFE IS DEAR HERE IN THESE FORESTS STILL YOUR OWN IN PRIMAL PEACE THIS MANY A YEAR GOD KEEP YOU HERE HERE WHERE ACROSS THE WAKING LANDS YOUNG WILLOWS WAVE THEIR BLOOMY WANDS WHILST UP THE HEIGHTS AND FAR AWAY THE PINE TREES CLIMB IN SINGING BANDS AND FEATHERY SPRUCES SURGE AND SWAY AND CLAP THEIR CONES LIKE LITTLE HANDS FOR GLADNESS OF THE DAY UP UP THEY CLAMBER ON STILL THE TINUOUS AIR SMITES KEEN AND CHILL AND FAR WINDS BLOW FROM LEAGUES OF EVERLASTING SNOW AND THEN THE MOUNTAIN BUDS MORE BOLD THEIR SHEATHS UNFOLD AND LIGHT THEIR GOLDEN FIRES AND GLOW WITH FLAME UNQUENCHED BY FROST OR COLD
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