Nightly, as in days of old,
I clambered up the mossy scree
To sit upon the ledge that reigns
Across our hearth in majesty,
And as the mist lolled in the glen,
Assuming forms of ancient men,
I lost all sense of passing time,
And to their earthen call did list'n.

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