On the horizon, each a smoking cone,
Loom the dark hills, and clouds, no tint nor tone,
As by some artist painted, earth to whom
Vast canvas were in some tremendous room
Whereon to daub the infinite alone.
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On the horizon, each a smoking cone,
Loom the dark hills, and clouds, no tint nor tone,
As by some artist painted, earth to whom
Vast canvas were in some tremendous room
Whereon to daub the infinite alone.
