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Ash Tkee.... Grandeur. 
It is sure, 
Stamped by the seal of nature, that the well 
Of mind, where all its waters gather pure, 
Shall with unquestioned spell all hearts allure. 
Wisdom enshrined in beauty—Oh! how high 
The order of that loveliness. 
Percival. 
The sky is changed!—and such a change! 0 night, 
And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, 
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light 
Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, 
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among 
Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, 
But every mountain now hath found a tongue, 
And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, 
Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud! 
And this is in the night:—most glorious night! 
Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be 
A sharer in thy fierce and far delight,— 
A portion of the tempest and of thee! 
How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, 
And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! 
And now again ’tis black,—and now, the glee 
Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain mirth, 
As if they did rejoice o’er a young earthquake’s birth. 
Byron. 
