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The mountain summits sleep, glens, cliffs, and caves

Are silent;--all the black earth's reptile brood,

The bees, the wild beasts of the mountain wood;

In depths beneath the dark red ocean's waves

Its monsters rest; whilst, wrapt in bower and spray,

Each bird is hush'd, that stretch'd its pinions to the day.