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The Dog is not of mountain breed;It's motions, too, are wild and shy;With something, as the Shepherd thinks,Unusual in it's cry:Nor is there any one in sightAll round, in Hollow or on Height;Nor shout, nor whistle strikes his ear;What is the Creature doing here?
It was a Cove, a huge Recess,That keeps till June December's snow;A lofty Precipice in front,A silent Tarn[1] below!Far in the bosom of Helvellyn,Remote from public Road or Dwelling,Pathway, or cultivated land;From trace of human foot or hand.
  1. Tarn is a small Mere or Lake mostly high up in the mountains.