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AT LLANBERIS.
Sunshine and mist strive for the masteryIn yon wild gorge, this fresh delicious morn:
Bright gleams, that die as fast as they are born,
Light up the scarred grey crags, bare of a tree;
Then mists roll down, pile themselves sullenly,
Melt into air,—and all at once there breaks
Out of the gloom a vision of sunlit peaks
And mountain-glimpses wonderful to see.
Change after change! till swoop the clouds upon
This legendary tower, and quick drops warn
To shelter from the beauty-blotting rain.
Anon 'tis past: the crags shine out each one,
Sunshine, and driving mist, and mountain-chain,
Harmonized by the black sleep of the tarn.
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