Mountains-
Sweet Mountains - Ye tell me no lie -
Never deny me. - never fly -
Whose same unvarying eyes
Turn on me - When I fail or feign
Or take the royal names in vain -
Their far - slow - Violet eyes.
Thy strong Madonnas . Cherish still
The wayward Nun, beneath the hill
Whose service is to you
Her latest worship when the day
Fades from the firmament away
To lift her brows on you -
[by Emily Dickinson]
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