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  In the highlands, in the country places,

  Where the old plain men have rosy faces,

    And the young fair maidens

      Quiet eyes;

  Where essential silence cheers and blesses,

  And for ever in the hill-recesses

    Her more lovely music

      Broods and dies.

  O to mount again where erst I haunted;

  Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted,

    And the low green meadows

      Bright with sward;

  And when even dies, the million-tinted,

  And the night has come, and planets glinted,

    Lo, the valley hollow

      Lamp-bestarred!

  O to dream, O to awake and wander

  There, and with delight to take and render,

    Through the trance of silence,

      Quiet breath;

  Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses,

  Only the mightier movement sounds and passes;

    Only winds and rivers,

      Life and death.