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A GLIMPSE OF THE JUNGFRAU
ST. BEATENBERG
As one in sorrow, mourning for his bride,
Sees through his cloud of winter-grief arise
The well-loved form with summer in her eyes,
And dreams again he views her in her pride
Of snowy-pure apparel at his side,
And feels, in sooth, too happy for surprise,
Till the form fades, the dream of beauty dies,
And he mourns on with soul unsatisfied,—
Sees through his cloud of winter-grief arise
The well-loved form with summer in her eyes,
And dreams again he views her in her pride
Of snowy-pure apparel at his side,
And feels, in sooth, too happy for surprise,
Till the form fades, the dream of beauty dies,
And he mourns on with soul unsatisfied,—
So, after days of darkness, did it seem,
Suddenly splendid out of middle Heaven
The Maiden Mount that is the bride of dawn
Showed snowy pure, as swift to be withdrawn—
I well-nigh wished the clouds had never given
The glory of that dissoluble dream.
Suddenly splendid out of middle Heaven
The Maiden Mount that is the bride of dawn
Showed snowy pure, as swift to be withdrawn—
I well-nigh wished the clouds had never given
The glory of that dissoluble dream.
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