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Beyond the rocky staircase, where tripping streamlets drop
And slipping, slithering landslides fall from heathery hillsides steep,
Under a leafy shelter, where rough limestone rocks outcrop
Down in the hidden hollow, cut by wrathful waters deep,
Of Duerley Beck’s deep chasm, above small, sleepy Gayle,
In Wensleydale’s wild wilderness above the heights of Hawes.
Shine shimmering, silver curtains, deep dwelling in the dale,
The watery white-lace apron of ancient Aygill force
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