feed the white dust of the plain or the sea- The 

 gathered sand of ancient or as yet unformed Mountain 

 shores. For the hills pass, even as we, or the 

 green leaf become sere, or the fruit that ripens 

 to its fall ; though we speak of them as ever- 

 lasting, and find the subtlest spell of their 

 incalculable charm in the overwhelming sense 

 of their imagined eternity. 



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