Save on one side where to the break of day
The widening dale withdrew in falling ground.
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There, out from over sea, and scarce so high
As she, the sun above his watery blaze
Upbroke the grey dome of the morning sky,
And struck the island with his level rays;
Sifting his gold thro’ lazy mists, that still
Climb’d on the shadowy roots of every hill,
And in the tree-tops breathed their silvery haze.