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My eyes dim for the skyline
Where purple peaks aspire,
And the forges of the sunset
Flare up in golden fire…
I cry for night-blue shadows
On plain and hill and dome—
The spell of old enchantments,
The sorcery of home.
~ Bliss Carman
Somewhere always is an everywhere
Where the mountains and the snow grow down
In time, until, in winter’s deep sleep, time
Grows balanced, and in quiet you can climb
A mountain and the snow no one can own
Because in afternoon sunshine, time’s there.
~ David Rothman
Janet Fogg / J.R.P. Fogg 