The sun had dipt behind an Alpine crest, Leaving one blush on the last belt of snow, That softly lay against the cold Clear west. All else was dark no sound Of streamlet's flow Rose from the depths Of the ravine below. The Slumb'rous pines became weird Shadowy forms, And in the death-deep calm forgot past storms.

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