Note 3 — VII A WALK THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS
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How I love this spot! beside these pure waters, How sweet, in the gloaming, nature to admire! Born ’neath yon humble roof, he who dwells here Views with indifferent eye these frowning mountains. But to a heart susceptible to melancholy, This romantic spot is full of poesy! These steep cliffs, these limpid streams, These winding paths, these swaying reeds, All these excite me, touch me, and this savage scene Speaks to my amazed senses an unfamiliar language.