In the Highlands

 IN the highlands, in the country places, 
Where the old plain men have rosy faces, 
 And the young fair maidens 
 Quiet eyes; 
Where essential silence cheers and blesses, 
And for ever in the hill-recesses 
 Her more lovely music 
 Broods and dies-- 

O to mount again where erst I haunted; 
Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted, 
 And the low green meadows 
 Bright with sward; 
And when even dies, the million-tinted, 
And the night has come, and planets glinted, 
 Lo, the valley hollow 
 Lamp-bestarr'd! 

O to dream, O to awake and wander 
There, and with delight to take and render, 
 Through the trance of silence, 
 Quiet breath! 
Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses, 
Only the mightier movement sounds and passes; 
 Only winds and rivers, 
 Life and death.

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