Lofty and multiform 
Close the bright glimpse of summer and the hope 
of everything. 
 
Silence her throne assumes, 
Stars mount the sky, and looms 
The misty monarch of the dale on high : 
About the silver feet 
I worship, as is meet, 
The warrior God that fixed the curvéd sky, 
Rent the cavernous earth, 
Moulded in awful birth 
The terror of the cloudy canopy, 
And tore from underground 
The lake’s immense profound, 
And clad the mountains now with this faint snow 
embroidery. 
 
Now the white flakes decrease, 
Wastwater lies in peace, 
Kissed by the breezes where the wind once bit ; 
Gable alone doth stand, 
A Pyramid more grand 
 
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