I live in a house on mountain ridges
Near brooks of the chamomile field.
Amid sublime trees lies a ligneous bridge
For roamers who come from 'afield.
The winds of the valley fuse into a tune
Which soars above morning repose.
All growing wheatears try to answer it soon
By whispering their musical prose.
A clouded vault got dispersed with sunrise
Lay baring a doming phantasm.
It headed above like granitic Titan
And lured to its echoing chasm.
My half-timbered house on mountain pass
Is wrapped in the coolness of glen.
A hidden recess with no people, alas!
But those searching, will find it, again.
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