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THE CLIMB FROM VALLË. |
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XI. THE CLIMB FROM VALLË.
Steep was the climb from Vallë: far belowThe sæter we had left lay lost in mist,
And still the height rose higher than we wist
Beyond the ravings of the Otteraa.
And now a thin bleak air began to blow,
And now the bispevei to turn and twist,
Here round a tjern no summer ever kissed,
And there behind a hide of hoarded snow.
The stars dissolved anon; and airy trills
Of wavering music showed the day begun:
We toiled to meet the morn—o'er rocks, o'er rills;
And, breathless, but at last our wish we won—
The top! and lo, a countless herd of hills
Tossing their shining muzzles in the sun!
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