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Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie—
Never deny Me—Never fly—
Those same unvarying Eyes
Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
Or take the Royal names in vain—
Their far—slow—Violet Gaze—
My Strong Madonnas—Cherish still—
The Wayward Nun—beneath the Hill—
Whose service—is to You—
Her latest Worship—When the Day
Fades from the Firmament away—
To lift Her Brows on You—
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Comments1Wow, I love the simplicity yet depth in this poem. It almost feels like a direct conversation with nature, acknowledging its constant, never-changing presence. The way religion and spirituality are woven into the themes is quite fascinating. It somehow provides an imposing yet comforting imagery of the mountains, making me feel like they're reliable, always watching guides. This would be a great one to discuss in class, it's definitely thought-provoking in its poetic illustration.