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HAYESWATER
Enfolded in the mountain's naked arms,Where noonday wears a drearier look than night,
And echo, like a shrinking anchorite,
Wanders unseen, and shadowy strange alarms
Visit the soul; there sunshine rarely warms
The crags, but only random shafts of light
Flit, while the black squalls shrilling from the height
Shudder along the lake in scattering swarms.
Cradle of tempests, whence the whirlwind leaps
To scourge the billows, till they writhe and rear
Columns of hissing spray; the wrinkled steeps
Scowl at the sullen moaning of the mere;
And luminous against the dale-side drear,
Ghostlike, the rainstorm's scanty vesture sweeps.
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