"The Meuse" [poem]
 THE MEUSE
 The Meuse
The sky was clear, the morn was gay
In promise of a cloudless day
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175

Fresh flew the breeze with whose light wing
Aspen and oak were quivering
From floweret dank it dashed the dew
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5

The harebell bent its blossom blue
And from the Meuse the mist wreaths 1 grey
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180

That morning breeze had swept away
Showing such scenes as well might seem
The fairy vision of a dream 2
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10

For changing still and still as fair
Rock‸
wave
and wood were mingled there
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185

Peak over peak, fantastic ever a

And grey and gaunt their lichened head
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15

Rose sheerly from the rivers bed 3
Whose mantling wave, in foamy sheet
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190

Their stern projecting bases beat
And lashed to fury in his pride
In circling whirlpools swept the tide
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20

And threatening on some future day
Those mighty rocks to tear away
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195

What though their front should seem to be
A barrier to eternity 4
But on its side the cliffs between
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25

Were mazy forests ever seen
That the tall cliffs steep flanks so grey
Were clothed in mantle green and gay
Long time along that d b dell so deep
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202

Beside the rivers bed we sweep
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30

So steep the mighty crests inclined c
None other pathway you might find
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205

Till the tall cliffs gigantic grace
To undulating hills gave place
And vineyards clothe the bending brow
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35

Stead of the clinging copsewood now