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Hilda Conkling

Snow-Capped Mountain

Snow-capped mountain, so white, so tall,

The whole sea

Must stand behind you!

Snow-capped mountain, with the wind on your forehead,

Do you hold the eagles' nests?

Proud thing,

You shine like a lily,

Yet with a different whiteness;

I should not dare to venture

Up your slippery towers,

For I am thinking you lean too far

Over the Edge of the World!