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XXXVII. THE MOUNTAIN MUSE.
Where shall we spread the couch of thy repose,For here below thou find'st no worthy dwelling?
Rise then where Alp o'er Alp, like clouds up-swelling,
Above th' attempt of eagle's wing enclose
Inviolate spaces of suspended snows:
There, while the floods far down are faintly knelling,
And hooded Evening, star by star, is telling
Her rosary dim-seen through skies of rose,
There, thy large eyes stedfast and open keeping,
Olympia, rest! what time in mournful choir
The mighty winds, through endless pinewoods sweeping,
Draw from those chords, their melancholy lyre,
Eolian tones of elemental weeping,
And the last gleams of dying day expire.
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