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OESCHENEN.

You should have stay'd, and stay'd alone,
Beneath those shadows of the pines,
Until the golden day was done:
Then, that lone lake looks up, and shines
With such a smile as might express
The best of human happiness.
No foot is near; a marmot's cry
Strikes the deep silence deeper still;
And those great mountain-walls on high
Are dark with various glooms, that fill
The dusky vale. Whence comes it, then,
The glow that burns on Oeschenen?

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Ah, look yet higher, toward the East!
Yon white Alp in the far blue sky
Bares to the sun her virgin breast
That he may kiss her ere he die;
Then, blushes through her trackless snows
One pure illimitable rose.