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Robert Louis Stevenson - In The Highlands
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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 chills 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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