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HÔTEL DE LA POSTE, 1890
ST. BEATENBERG
High perched among the chalets on the steep,
And fenced from all the northern winds that blow,
It seemed high heaven's tranquillity to know,
To feel the calm of emerald waters deep,
And breathe the dark fir-forests' fragrant sleep;
In front, those three great giant kings of snow
Sat throned, until for robes of roseate glow
Night gave them starry diadems to keep.
And fenced from all the northern winds that blow,
It seemed high heaven's tranquillity to know,
To feel the calm of emerald waters deep,
And breathe the dark fir-forests' fragrant sleep;
In front, those three great giant kings of snow
Sat throned, until for robes of roseate glow
Night gave them starry diadems to keep.
At morn the goat-bells woke the house with cheer,
At noon the crickets chirped with merry mind,
While old men rested in the bowery shade;
There was no hostel all the upland near
That seemed so well for weary mortals made,
So happy, simple-hearted, homely, kind.
At noon the crickets chirped with merry mind,
While old men rested in the bowery shade;
There was no hostel all the upland near
That seemed so well for weary mortals made,
So happy, simple-hearted, homely, kind.
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