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Songs of A Wayfarer | ||
111
CXI. COMO.
On the bosom of beautiful Como
The round moon is up to-night:
White villages glimmer and glisten
On its shores in the sparkling light.
The round moon is up to-night:
White villages glimmer and glisten
On its shores in the sparkling light.
And, down from its surface reflected,
The lights of the boats as they move
Find no world in its bed of crystal
To match with the one above.
The lights of the boats as they move
Find no world in its bed of crystal
To match with the one above.
Ah, no! for when Eden was making
There shone a rich gem from the rest,
And that is the beautiful garden
That gleams from thy waveless breast.
There shone a rich gem from the rest,
And that is the beautiful garden
That gleams from thy waveless breast.
And when sin the sweet Paradise blasted,
And man of its glories bereft:
‘Let us leave one fair spot,’ said the angels,
‘To show the bright land he has left.’
And man of its glories bereft:
‘Let us leave one fair spot,’ said the angels,
‘To show the bright land he has left.’
So Como, untouched in thy beauty,
Take the stars of the midsummer night:
Let the moon kiss thy ripples to laughter;
Let the morning still crown thee with light,
Take the stars of the midsummer night:
Let the moon kiss thy ripples to laughter;
Let the morning still crown thee with light,
And change thee from splendour to splendour,
And over thee shimmer and glow,
Till thy spires touch the floor of the heaven
That shines in thy mirror below.
And over thee shimmer and glow,
Till thy spires touch the floor of the heaven
That shines in thy mirror below.
September 16, 1864.
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