 | Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy |  |
82
KURHAUS, BRÜNIG
High on the bowery pass the hostel stood,
All day the warblers filled the balmy air
With life's intoxication, driving care
And pain and passionless being from the wood;
All night the cricket and his merry brood
Chirped of content, and down the mountain-stair,
Across the vale, with silver-flashing hair
The torrent sisters sang of summer flood.
All day the warblers filled the balmy air
With life's intoxication, driving care
And pain and passionless being from the wood;
All night the cricket and his merry brood
Chirped of content, and down the mountain-stair,
Across the vale, with silver-flashing hair
The torrent sisters sang of summer flood.
Around the house were quiet leafy places,
Where pathways led from glade to beechen glade
With irresistible windings, and sweet lure
From Alp to Alp—so tranquil, so secure,
You almost thought to see the shy fawn faces,
And felt that Pan's old empire was remade.
Where pathways led from glade to beechen glade
With irresistible windings, and sweet lure
From Alp to Alp—so tranquil, so secure,
You almost thought to see the shy fawn faces,
And felt that Pan's old empire was remade.
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