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Three Poems About the Mountains

How quick the implacable axe felled to the ground oaks and holm oaks and by the light of darling dawn how bald appears the mountain crest! Where yesterday coppice and wood were rustic thick, enveloped in sweet mystery when mists … Continue reading

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