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"...That deep romantic
chasm which slanted
Down the green athwart a cedarn cover!..." |
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"...And from this chasm,
with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced... ...Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran Then reached the caverns measureless to man...." |