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 Lament by Kathleen Raine 
						Where are those dazzling hills touched by the sun,Those crags in childhood that I used to climb?
 Hidden, hidden under mist is yonder mountain,
 Hidden is the heart.
 
 A day of cloud, a lifetime falls between,
 Gone are the heather moors and the pure stream,
 Gone are the rocky places and the green,
 Hidden, hidden under sorrow is yonder mountain,
 Hidden, hidden.
 
 O storm and gale of tears, whose blinding screen
 Makes weather of grief, snow's drifting curtain
 Palls th'immortal heights once seen.
 Hidden, hidden is the heart,
 Hidden, hidden is the heart.
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