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Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild	A
Mingled in harmony on Nature's face	B
Ascend our rocky mountains Let thy foot	C
Fail not with weariness for on their tops	D
The beauty and the majesty of earth	E
Spread wide beneath shall make thee to forget	F
The steep and toilsome way There as thou stand'st	G
The haunts of men below thee and around	H
The mountain summits thy expanding heart	I
Shall feel a kindred with that loftier world	J
To which thou art translated and partake	K
The enlargement of thy vision Thou shalt look	L
Upon the green and rolling forest tops	D
And down into the secrets of the glens	M
And streams that with their bordering thickets strive	N
To hide their windings Thou shalt gaze at once	O
Here on white villages and tilth and herds	P
And swarming roads and there on solitudes	P
That only hear the torrent and the wind	Q
And eagle's shriek There is a precipice	P
That seems a fragment of some mighty wall	R
Built by the hand that fashioned the old world	J
To separate its nations and thrown down	S
When the flood drowned them To the north a path	T
Conducts you up the narrow battlement	U
Steep is the western side shaggy and wild	A
With mossy trees and pinnacles of flint	V
And many a hanging crag But to the east	W
Sheer to the vale go down the bare old cliffs	P
Huge pillars that in middle heaven upbear	X
Their weather beaten capitals here dark	Y
With the thick moss of centuries and there	X
Of chalky whiteness where the thunderbolt	Z
Has splintered them It is a fearful thing	A2
To stand upon the beetling verge and see	P
Where storm and lightning from that huge gray wall	R
Have tumbled down vast blocks and at the base	P
Dashed them in fragments and to lay thine ear	X
Over the dizzy depth and hear the sound	H
Of winds that struggle with the woods below	B2
Come up like ocean murmurs But the scene	C2
Is lovely round a beautiful river there	X
Wanders amid the fresh and fertile meads	P
The paradise he made unto himself	D2
Mining the soil for ages On each side	E2
The fields swell upward to the hills beyond	F2
Above the hills in the blue distance rise	P
The mighty columns with which earth props heaven	G2
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There is a tale about these reverend rocks	P
A sad tradition of unhappy love	H2
And sorrows borne and ended long ago	B2
When over these fair vales the savage sought	I2
His game in the thick woods There was a maid	J2
The fairest of the Indian maids bright eyed	E2
With wealth of raven tresses a light form	K2
And a gay heart About her cabin door	X
The wide old woods resounded with her song	L2
And fairy laughter all the summer day	M2
She loved her cousin such a love was deemed	N2
By the morality of those stern tribes	P
Incestuous and she struggled hard and long	L2
Against her love and reasoned with her heart	I
As simple Indian maiden might In vain	O2
Then her eye lost its lustre and her step	P2
Its lightness and the gray haired men that passed	Q2
Her dwelling wondered that they heard no more	X
The accustomed song and laugh of her whose looks	P
Were like the cheerful smile of Spring they said	R2
Upon the Winter of their age She went	S2
To weep where no eye saw and was not found	H
When all the merry girls were met to dance	P
And all the hunters of the tribe were out	T2
Nor when they gathered from the rustling husk	U2
The shining ear nor when by the river's side	E2
Thay pulled the grape and startled the wild shades	P
With sounds of mirth The keen eyed Indian dames	P
Would whisper to each other as they saw	P
Her wasting form and say the girl will die	V2
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One day into the bosom of a friend	W2
A playmate of her young and innocent years	P
She poured her griefs Thou know'st and thou alone	X2
She said for I have told thee all my love	H2
And guilt and sorrow I am sick of life	Y2
All night I weep in darkness and the morn	Z2
Glares on me as upon a thing accursed	W2
That has no business on the earth I hate	W2
The pastimes and the pleasant toils that once	P
I loved the cheerful voices of my friends	P
Have an unnatural horror in mine ear	X
In dreams my mother from the land of souls	P
Calls me and chides me All that look on me	P
Do seem to know my shame I cannot bear	X
Their eyes I cannot from my heart root out	W2
The love that wrings it so and I must die	W2
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It was a summer morning and they went	W2
To this old precipice About the cliffs	P
Lay garlands ears of maize and shaggy skins	P
Of wolf and bear the offerings of the tribe	A3
Here made to the Great Spirit for they deemed	W2
Like worshippers of the elder time that God	W2
Doth walk on the high places and affect	W2
The earth o'erlooking mountains She had on	B3
The ornaments with which her father loved	W2
To deck the beauty of his bright eyed girl	C3
And bade her wear when stranger warriors came	D3
To be his guests Here the friends sat them down	S
And sang all day old songs of love and death	E3
And decked the poor wan victim's hair with flowers	P
And prayed that safe and swift might be her way	M2
To the calm world of sunshine where no grief	F3
Makes the heart heavy and the eyelids red	W2
Beautiful lay the region of her tribe	A3
Below her waters resting in the embrace	P
Of the wide forest and maize planted glades	P
Opening amid the leafy wilderness	P
She gazed upon it long and at the sight	W2
Of her own village peeping through the trees	P
And her own dwelling and the cabin roof	G3
Of him she loved with an unlawful love	H2
And came to die for a warm gush of tears	P
Ran from her eyes But when the sun grew low	B2
And the hill shadows long she threw herself	D2
From the steep rock and perished There was scooped	W2
Upon the mountain's southern slope a grave	H3
And there they laid her in the very garb	I3
With which the maiden decked herself for death	E3
With the same withering wild flowers in her hair	X
And o'er the mould that covered her the tribe	A3
Built up a simple monument a cone	X2
Of small loose stones Thenceforward all who passed	W2
Hunter and dame and virgin laid a stone	X2
In silence on the pile It stands there yet	W2
And Indians from the distant West who come	J3
To visit where their fathers' bones are laid	W2
Yet tell the sorrowful tale and to this day	M2
The mountain where the hapless maiden died	W2
Is called the Mountain of the Monument	W2

William Cullen Bryant

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