MOUNTAIN

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One summer just as day was dawning,
I saw a majestic mountain morning:
The mist was thick in clinging shrouds;
Then it suddely lifted
To blood red sun and purple clouds.

At noon the sun was warm and bright;
It had climbed and coloured the massive height;
And the mountain gleamed as sudden showers
Lashed its pinnacles and towers.

In the evening the clouds grew thick again:
The dim peaks drowned in a sea of rain,
That washed the slopes and fed the rivers,
And in the gloom of approaching night
The mountain disappeared from sight.



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