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THE MORNING PLAY AT VILLARS
Here in this amphitheatre of wood,Upon the sloping stage of flowery land,
Where the dark firs like hushed spectators stand,
Each morn, with night-time's starry interlude,
A drama is enacted.—First a flood
Of roselight fills the west, then gaunt and grand
The Muveran reaches out a shadowy hand,
The Dent du Midi feels her brotherhood
Of snowy peaks enkindled: then she shines,
Takes her gold crown and drops her veil of gray,
And while the villages from forth the mist
Sparkle to life, Val D'Illier through her vines
Draws sunlight mixed with purple amethyst,
As loud with music Dawn begins the play.
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