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THE SPRING FRESHETS
Heard in the distance the rumbling thunder,
The mountains’ reply,
Drew new strength from the clean-washed air.
*T was not for long he fared in peace.
Just as he flung himself down on a boulder,
After long straying o’er crags and foot-hills,
Heard he hollow, moaning sounds
From the earth rising.
The hillocks on hinges seemed hanging, and
rocking,
The earth-crust heaved, up he was lifted,
High up and higher, —
But by naught that he saw,
But by naught that he heard.
Mysterious thunder afar-off pealed,
Mocking laughter he seemed to hear
From the grassy slopes around:
“Far off in Gyga
Heard I my pigs a-grunting.
Fie! for a reek of fire in the mountain forests
Up was he lifted to the highest tree-top,
Seized fast upon it, and held there hanging;
Up was the tree lifted, even as he,
High up and higher, —
But by naught that he saw,
But by naught that he heard.
Mysterious thunder afar-off pealed,
Mocking laughter he seemed to hear
From the grassy slopes around.
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