 | Carol and Cadence |  |
AT SILVAPLANA.
Here, where, murmuring low, the infant Inn
Sings its ditty scrannel,
Slow meandering on through shoal and linn,
Of the sunlight drinking
And to Campfer Silvaplana linking,
Mother as to daughter,
With the network of its double channel,
Here, where now it open to the sight is
And the sunshine, light is fluid water,
Water liquid light is.
Sings its ditty scrannel,
Slow meandering on through shoal and linn,
Of the sunlight drinking
And to Campfer Silvaplana linking,
Mother as to daughter,
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Here, where now it open to the sight is
And the sunshine, light is fluid water,
Water liquid light is.
Here, where slantwise 'tis with sunlight shot,
All is topaz-yellow,
Olive there or green as peridot,
Purple there as mallow,
There moss-agate brown, as deep or shallow
Runs the river shining,
Every thread of water than its fellow
Brighter, as it of the glitterance dual's
Pierced, a still entwining, unentwining
Woven work of jewels.
All is topaz-yellow,
Olive there or green as peridot,
Purple there as mallow,
There moss-agate brown, as deep or shallow
Runs the river shining,
Every thread of water than its fellow
Brighter, as it of the glitterance dual's
Pierced, a still entwining, unentwining
Woven work of jewels.
Like some elfin web of light and colour,
Changing and renewing,
With the sunshine growing brighter, duller,
Some phantasmagoric
Painted window in some prehistoric
Sorcerer's castle-eyry,
Picture upon picture still ensuing,
Shines it. I could stand and gaze for ever:
But Life calls me from this dream of Faerie
Back to dull endeavour.
Changing and renewing,
With the sunshine growing brighter, duller,
Some phantasmagoric
Painted window in some prehistoric
Sorcerer's castle-eyry,
Picture upon picture still ensuing,
Shines it. I could stand and gaze for ever:
But Life calls me from this dream of Faerie
Back to dull endeavour.
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