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Mount Blanc Excerpt

            Far, far above, piercing the infinite sky,
            Mont Blanc appears--still, snowy, and serene;
            Its subject mountains their unearthly forms
            Pile around it, ice and rock; broad vales between
            Of frozen floods, unfathomable deeps,
            Blue as the overhanging heaven, that spread
            And wind among the accumulated steeps;
            A desert peopled by the storms alone,
            Save when the eagle brings some hunter's bone,
            And the wolf tracks her there--how hideously
            Its shapes are heap'd around! rude, bare, and high,
            Ghastly, and scarr'd, and riven.--Is this the scene
            Where the old Earthquake-daemon taught her young
            Ruin? Were these their toys? or did a sea
            Of fire envelop once this silent snow?
            None can reply--all seems eternal now.
            The wilderness has a mysterious tongue
            Which teaches awful doubt, or faith so mild,
            So solemn, so serene, that man may be,
            But for such faith, with Nature reconcil'd;
            Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal
            Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood
            By all, but which the wise, and great, and good
            Interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.


Reads like Wallace Stevens doesn't it? "The Auroras of Autumn"? Or maybe even the "Snowman" poem?

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