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But daily ever, when the sun was low,And, in a rosy reflex aureole,
The guardian Mount's grey head began to glow,
From out his marble-breasted body stole,
And sidled, lingering to the lowland slow,
What seem'd the Mountain's disembodied soul:
A stealthy, shy, and solitary elf,
The insubstantial semblance of himself.
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