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The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark - now glittering - now reflecting gloom -
Now lending splendor, where from secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings
Of waters, - with a sound but half its own,
Such as a feeble brook will oft assume
In the wild woods, amon the mountains lone,
Where waterfalls around it leap for ever,
Where woods and winds contend, and a vast river
Over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves.

Mont Blanc by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tunnel RideButterflyCrowd CelebrationDancing By The MoonlightEgrets In FlightLooking To YouReflections Thru TimeReverse LayupThe Bones of TimeTo The Ends Of The EarthWalk On Down