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Do you recognise these lines ?

He followed the Himalaya-Thibet road, the little ten-foot track that is blasted out of solid rock, or strutted out on timbers over gulfs a thousand feet deep; that dips into warm wet shut-in valleys, and climbs across bare grassy hill-shoulders where the sun strikes like a burning glass; or turns through dripping dark forests where the tree ferns dress the trunks from head to heel, and the pheasant calls to his mate ...



Source of the quote

Poem of the Week ("The Sea and the Hills")

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