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"In the highlands"
di Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

In the highlands, in the country places,
Where the old plain men have rosy faces,
And the young fair maidens quiet eyes;
Where essential silence cheers and blesses,
And forever in the hill recesses
Her more lovely music broods and dies -
O to mount again where erst I haunted;
Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted,
And the low green meadows bright with sward;
And when even dies, the million-tinted,
And the night has come, and planets glinted,
Lo, the valley hollow lamp bestarr'd!

O to dream, O to awake and wander
There, and with delight to take and render,
Through the trance of silence, quiet breath!
Lo! for there, among the flow'rs and grasses,
Only the mightier movements sounds and passes, -
Only winds and rivers, life and death.