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XVIII. GROUND-LIGHTNING.
The mountain-range in purple looms
From out the twilight-haunted west;
Star-crown'd, far east, Schehallion's crest
O'ertops the night; here, where there booms
The bittern's hollow voicing harsh,
Gleam blue, green, yellow o'er the marsh
From out the twilight-haunted west;
Star-crown'd, far east, Schehallion's crest
O'ertops the night; here, where there booms
The bittern's hollow voicing harsh,
Gleam blue, green, yellow o'er the marsh
Strange furtive lights: the ghosts they seem
Of lightnings that shall no more stream.
Of lightnings that shall no more stream.
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