 | The poetical works of Samuel Rogers |  |
ST. MAURICE.
Still by the Leman Lake, for many a mile,Among those venerable trees I went,
Where damsels sit and weave their fishing-nets
Singing some national song by the way-side.
But now the fly was gone, the gnat was come;
Now glimmering lights from cottage-windows broke.
'Twas dusk; and, journeying upward by the Rhone,
That there came down, a torrent from the Alps,
I entered where a key unlocks a kingdom;
The road and river, as they wind along,
Filling the mountain-pass. There, till a ray
Glanced through my lattice, and the householdstir
Warned me to rise, to rise and to depart,
A stir unusual, and accompanied
With many a tuning of rude instruments,
And many a laugh that augured coming pleasure,
Mine host's fair daughter for the nuptial rite
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And in my dreams wandered once more, well pleased.
But now a charm was on the rocks and woods
And waters; for, methought, I was with those
I had at morn and even wished for there.
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