We
We
Ascended the Sacred Mount
Of snow-capped heights
The other mount below
How hideous high the peaks
And
In the trammels of the fleece
Of clouds
Loaded with frozen icicles
There was a freedom that lower
Earth has yet to learn
There was a freedom that was
Of the Earth, due,
But not in the Earth,
The Earth below.
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