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IN CRICKET-LAND
FROM ST. BEATENBERG TO INTERLAKEN
On that beguiling forest-road that leads
The upland shepherd to the mid-lake town,
Rapt by the double view, I sat me down
Where Oberland's three glorious mountain-heads
Shone snowy white among the firs; thence meads
Sloped to a sapphire flood with cliffs grey-brown
Beside the hermit's cavern, and grass unmown
Was flecked with daisies, hawkweed, sorrel-seeds.
The upland shepherd to the mid-lake town,
Rapt by the double view, I sat me down
Where Oberland's three glorious mountain-heads
Shone snowy white among the firs; thence meads
Sloped to a sapphire flood with cliffs grey-brown
Beside the hermit's cavern, and grass unmown
Was flecked with daisies, hawkweed, sorrel-seeds.
And there was wondrous chirping in the grass,
And every living emerald that had wings,
And every idle creature that had breath
Seemed there in gay processional to pass,
Saying, ‘In Heaven above, on earth beneath,
The gladdest place is where the cricket sings.’
And every living emerald that had wings,
And every idle creature that had breath
Seemed there in gay processional to pass,
Saying, ‘In Heaven above, on earth beneath,
The gladdest place is where the cricket sings.’
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