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UP LA RIONDA
LEYSIN
Up through the pines with rosy fruitage set,
Through air made fragrant with the dust of gold
I climbed, that world of wonder to behold:
Southward, in bluest air that knew no fret,
The Dent du Midi's snow-plumed coronet
Shone peaceful, valleys purpled fold on fold,
Whilst north, the Rhone by town and tower was rolled
Till lake and stream in one great glory met.
Through air made fragrant with the dust of gold
I climbed, that world of wonder to behold:
Southward, in bluest air that knew no fret,
The Dent du Midi's snow-plumed coronet
Shone peaceful, valleys purpled fold on fold,
Whilst north, the Rhone by town and tower was rolled
Till lake and stream in one great glory met.
Eyes ne'er had seen such beauteous mountain state,
Vale after vale by fancy was explored,
Height after height to rapturous gaze was given,
But my sad heart was at the river gate,
Where Rhone with all her valley's splendour poured
To lose her sorrow in a tranquil Heaven.
Vale after vale by fancy was explored,
Height after height to rapturous gaze was given,
But my sad heart was at the river gate,
Where Rhone with all her valley's splendour poured
To lose her sorrow in a tranquil Heaven.
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