There is a voice, not understood by all,
Sent from these desert-caves. It is the roar
Of the rent ice-cliff which the sunbeams call,
Plunging into the vale — it is the blast
Descending on the pines — the torrents pour...
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CANCELLED PASSAGE OF MONT BLANC. · Percy Bysshe Shelley · Poetry Cove