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SONG OF THE HAREBELL
AS I FOUND IT ON AN ALPINE SLOPE
Spring is coming,
Birds are humming,
Streamlets skipping,
Maidens tripping.
Birds are humming,
Streamlets skipping,
Maidens tripping.
Touch me slightly,
Wave me lightly,
Ding a ding,
This is spring.
Wave me lightly,
Ding a ding,
This is spring.
This new-comer
Men call summer,
With a color
Flashing fuller,
With a splendor
Fresh and tender.
Men call summer,
With a color
Flashing fuller,
With a splendor
Fresh and tender.
Touch me warmly,
Uniformly,
Summer sings
Of steadfast things.
Uniformly,
Summer sings
Of steadfast things.
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Autumn's here now,
Leaves are sere now.
Ice-chains forging,
No more gorging
Of the bee's throat,
Of the wild goat.
Leaves are sere now.
Ice-chains forging,
No more gorging
Of the bee's throat,
Of the wild goat.
Ring a knell!
Summer fell.
Summer fell.
See the summit!
Winter from it
Sends its hoary
Glittering glory.
Winter from it
Sends its hoary
Glittering glory.
Snow doth bind me,
You'll not find me.
Silence praises;
God amazes.
You'll not find me.
Silence praises;
God amazes.
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