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XXV. MOUNTAIN MISTS.
As though the bleak and lonely hill
Were some drear desolate mount in hell
Where spirits by some potent spell
Were forced to circle—damp and chill
The grey wan mists trail hour by hour
From crag to crag, and cling and cower.
Were some drear desolate mount in hell
Where spirits by some potent spell
Were forced to circle—damp and chill
The grey wan mists trail hour by hour
From crag to crag, and cling and cower.
From where the rain-cloud shrouds the peak
An eagle flings at times a shriek.
An eagle flings at times a shriek.
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