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II. Monadnock from Wachuset.

I would I were a painter, for the sake
     Of a sweet picture, and of her who led,
A fitting guide, with reverential tread,
     Into that mountain mystery. First a lake
Tinted with sunset; next the wavy lines
     Of far receding hills; and yet more far,
Monadnock lifting from his night of pines
     His rosy forehead to the evening star.
Beside us, purple-zoned, Wachuset laid
     His head against the West, whose warm light made
His aureole; and o'er him, sharp and clear,
     Like a shaft of lightning in mid-launching stayed,
A single level cloud-line, shone upon
     By the fierce glances of the sunken sun,
Menaced the darkness with its golden spear!

So twilight deepened round us. Still and black
     The great woods climbed the mountain at our back;
And on their skirts, where yet the lingering day
     On the shorn greenness of the clearing lay,
The brown old farm-house like a bird's-nest hung.
     With home-life sounds the desert air was stirred:
The bleat of sheep along the hill we heard,
     The bucket plashing in the cool, sweet well,
The pasture-bars that clattered as they fell;
     Dogs barked, fowls fluttered, cattle lowed; the gate
Of the barn-yard creaked beneath the merry weight

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