I strode the valleys pied and still;

I climbed upon the breezy hill.

I watched the gray hawk wheel and drop,

Sole shadow on the shining world;

I saw the mountains clothed and curled,

With forest ruffling to the top;

I saw the river's length unfurled,

Pale silver down the fruited plain,

Grown great and stately with the rain.

Through miles of shadow and soft heat,

Where field and fallow, fence and tree,

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Were all one world of greenery,

I heard the robin ringing sweet,

The sparrow piping silverly,

The thrushes at the forest's hem;

And as I went I sang with them.

CLOUD-BREAK

With a turn of his magical rod,

That extended and suddenly shone,

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