 | Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy |  |
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AT WEISSENSTEIN
SOLEURE
Here, at the high-built, hospitable grange,
Grey with long years, and, as the old are, kind,
There is such health in every passing wind,
We feel new powers of life, invigorate, strange;
Our eyes look out with more than mortal range
Over blue miles of fruitfulness, and find
Eden fresh-breathed from the Almighty mind,
With that old serpent going through his change.
Grey with long years, and, as the old are, kind,
There is such health in every passing wind,
We feel new powers of life, invigorate, strange;
Our eyes look out with more than mortal range
Over blue miles of fruitfulness, and find
Eden fresh-breathed from the Almighty mind,
With that old serpent going through his change.
Then as from coiling Aar our gaze is caught
To those far hills of pure unearthly glory
That lean upon the lilac, cloud-built wall,
We seem to hear again the old-world story
Of Paradise, the Serpent, and the Fall,
And Heaven's new Eden lovelier than all thought.
To those far hills of pure unearthly glory
That lean upon the lilac, cloud-built wall,
We seem to hear again the old-world story
Of Paradise, the Serpent, and the Fall,
And Heaven's new Eden lovelier than all thought.
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