High pressure

"Blow, trumpeter, free and clear -- I follow thee,
While at thy liquid prelude, glad, serene,
The fretting world, the streets, the noisy hours of day, withdraw;
A holy calm descends, like dew, upon me,
I walk, in cool refreshing night, the walks of Paradise ..."

(W. Whitman in The mystic trumpeter)
Ougrée (B)

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