Where leafless boughs branched thinner overhead,
And saw the welkin by no cloud o’ercast,
And felt the settled snows give firmer tread.
Now all was calm, no wild and thundering blast
Mixed earth with heaven, as through the boughs it sped;
And far as eye the boundless forest traced,
Glimmered the snow and stretched the lonely waste.
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Onward he went, the magnet still his guide,
And through the wood his course due westward took;