Alike and Unlike

(Great-Orme's Head)

We watched the selfsame scene on that long drive,
Saw the magnificent purples, as one eye,
Of those near mountains; saw the storm arrive;
Laid up the sight in memory, you and I,
As if for joint recallings by and by.

But our eye-records, like in hue and line,
Had superimposed on them, that very day,
Gravings on your side deep, but slight on mine! —
Tending to sever us thenceforth alway;
Mine commonplace; yours tragic, gruesome, gray.
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