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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
In his tremendous Chair—
His observation omnifold,
His inquest, everywhere—
The Seasons played around his knees
Like Children round a sire—
Grandfather of the Days is He
Of Dawn, the Ancestor—
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I would like to translate this poem
Oh Emily, you made me smile and then laugh because you made the mountain sat upon the plain in his tremendous chair....lovely poem