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WEIRD FANTASY by IDA MAY BORNCAMP

First Line: THE MORNING CLOUDS ARE WREATHING
Last Line: AND MILKY CLOUDS BELOW.
Subject(s): BEAUTY;
The morning clouds are wreathing
The brows of lesser peaks,
And bits of rugged landscape
Are screened by phantom freaks.

The narrow bands of silver
Traverse the rippling green,
And vaporous volcanoes
With icy cones are seen.

The view is most impressive
In somber tones of space,
With frosty blue of shadows
And granite blocks of lace.

A world of other glory
As weird as indigo,
With heaven an inky blackness
And milky clouds below.



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