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    "text": "Upon a rock I sat⁠—a mountain-side,",
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   {
    "text": "Far, far forsaken of the old sea’s lip;",
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    "text": "A rock where ancient waters’ rise and dip,",
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    "text": "Recoil and plunge, eddy, and oscillant tide,",
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    "text": "Had worn and worn, while races lived and died,",
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    "text": "Involved channels. Where the sea-weed’s drip",
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    "text": "Followed the ebb, now crumbling lichens sip",
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    "text": "Sparse dews of heaven that down with sunset slide.",
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   {
    "text": "I sat long-gazing southward. A dry flow",
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    "text": "Of withering wind sucked up my drooping strength,",
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   {
    "text": "Itself weak from the desert’s burning length.",
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   {
    "text": "Behind me piled, away and up did go",
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   {
    "text": "Great sweeps of savage mountains⁠—up, away,",
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   {
    "text": "Where snow gleams ever, panthers roam, they say.",
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    "text": "This infant world has taken long to make,",
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    "text": "Nor hast Thou done with it, but mak’st it yet,",
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    "text": "And wilt be working on when death has set",
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    "text": "A new mound in some churchyard for my sake.",
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   {
    "text": "On flow the centuries without a break;",
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    "text": "Uprise the mountains, ages without let;",
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   {
    "text": "The lichens suck; the hard rock’s breast they fret;",
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    "text": "Years more than past, the young earth yet will take.",
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    "text": "But in the dumbness of the rolling time,",
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    "text": "No veil of silence shall encompass me⁠—",
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    "text": "Thou wilt not once forget and let me be;",
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    "text": "Rather wouldst thou some old chaotic prime",
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    "text": "Invade, and, moved by tenderness sublime,",
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    "text": "Unfold a world, that I, thy child, might see.",
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