To what shall I compare The Sacred Mount that stands, A balk of green that hath no end, Betwixt two lands! Nature did fuse and blend All mystic beauty there, Where Dark and Light Do dusk and dawn unite.
Gazing, soul-cleansed, at Thee From clouds upsprung, one may Mark with wide eyes the homing flight Of birds. Some day Must I thy topmost height Mount, at one glance to see Hills numberless Dwindle to nothingness.
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