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he light Of a dark eye in Woman![336] Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud! XCIII. And this is in the Night:--Most glorious Night![ke] Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight,-- A portion of the tempest and of thee![kf] How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea,[kg] And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black,--and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young Earthquake's birth.[kh] XCIV. Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between Heights which appear as lovers who have parted[ki][337] In hate, whose mining depths so intervene, That they can meet no more, though broken-hearted: Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed:-- Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters,--war within themselves to wage:[kj] XCV. Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way, The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand: For here, not one, but many, make their play, And fling their thunder-bolts from hand to hand, Flashing and cast around: of all the band, The brightest through these parted hills hath forked His lightnings,--as if he did understand, That in such gaps as Desolation worked, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked. XCVI. Sky--Mountains--River--Winds--Lake--Lightnings! ye! With night, and clouds, and thunder--and a Soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll[338] Of what in me is sleepless,--if I rest. But where of ye, O Tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest? XCVII. Could I embody
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