Along
The
Ridges
Blow
The
Snows
In
The
Wild
Lands
Of
Patagonia
Along
The
Ridges
Move
I
Where
Men
Of
The
Earth
Will
Reach
Me
Not
Or
Else
With
Such
Difficulty
That
I
Will
Fly-transform
To
Heavens
Further
Up
Should
They
Reach me.
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