Carol and Cadence New poems: MDCCCCII-MDCCCCVII: By John Payne |
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ON THE BERNINA. |
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Carol and Cadence | ||
ON THE BERNINA.
I turned at the turn of the way;
No breeze was abroad in the vale;
The mists over meadow and dale
Spread wan as a water and grey
And lone as a sea without sail.
No breeze was abroad in the vale;
The mists over meadow and dale
Spread wan as a water and grey
And lone as a sea without sail.
The gentians were blue in the grass
As dreams fallen down from on high:
The heavens o'er the head of the pass
Hung clear as a mirror of glass;
No cloud was afloat in the sky.
As dreams fallen down from on high:
The heavens o'er the head of the pass
Hung clear as a mirror of glass;
No cloud was afloat in the sky.
The larks in the azure were loud;
The air was alive with their trills:
Like them, far away from the crowd,
I stood, with my feet on the cloud,
Alone with the heavens and the hills.
The air was alive with their trills:
Like them, far away from the crowd,
I stood, with my feet on the cloud,
Alone with the heavens and the hills.
Carol and Cadence | ||