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A HOLY HILL by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL

First Line: BE STILL: BE STILL: NOR DARE
Last Line: THE WRATH OF STONE.
Subject(s): MOUNTAINS; HILLS; DOWNS (GREAT BRITAIN);

BE still: be still: nor dare
Unpack what you have brought,
Nor loosen on this air
Red gnomes of your thought.

Uncover: bend the head
And let the feet be bare:
This air that thou breathest
Is holy air.

Sin not against the Breath,
Using ethereal fire
To make seem as faery
A wanton desire.

Know that this granite height
May be a judgment throne,
Dread thou the unmovable will,
The wrath of stone.



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