MORNING ON THE MOUNTAIN 



Before the virgin morn 



Had laid her scented lips 

 In kisses on the valley corn, 



Or hills wore fire-tips, 

 I climbed the night-veiled height 



Where sullen shadows sleep, 

 Where storm joins storm in Titan fight 



And whirlwinds wildly sweep; 

 I saw the purple dawn 



Creep up the mountain's side, 

 And as young Day put sun-robes on, 



I saw Night's blackness glide 

 Over the riven stones 



In quest of ghostly glooms, 

 Among Death's bare and bleaching bones, 



In far-off valley tombs; 

 I saw the placid lakes 



That slumber on the slopes, 

 While every other creature wakes, 



Abloom with morning hopes; 

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