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The rainbows all lie crumpled on these hills,
The red dawns scattered on their colored sills;
These hills have caught the lightning in its flight,
Caught colors from the skies of day and night
And shine with shattered stars and suns they hold
Dyed yellow, red and purple, blue and gold.


Red roses seem within their marble blown
A painted garden chiselled in the stone;
The rose and violet trickling through their veins
Where they drop their bright curtain to the plains
A ramp of rock and granite, jeweled and brightening
Like some great colored wall of lightning!