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BETWEEN ROSENLAUI AND THE SCHWARZWALD
The huts were closed, no cowbells chiming clear
Told that swift June had overtaken May,
The Reichenbach in sorrow by our way
Made moan with waters colourless and drear,
And those dark pines that murmured sadly near
Stood without song of bird, and seemed to say
Grim Wellhorn's pitiless heights of silver-grey
Had filled their hearts from youth with sense of fear.
Told that swift June had overtaken May,
The Reichenbach in sorrow by our way
Made moan with waters colourless and drear,
And those dark pines that murmured sadly near
Stood without song of bird, and seemed to say
Grim Wellhorn's pitiless heights of silver-grey
Had filled their hearts from youth with sense of fear.
Then at my feet in multitudes I saw
Blue gentian and the mealy primrose shine,
And heard far-off a happy goat-herd boy
Call to his fellow through the groves of pine;
Methought, such souls no wilderness can awe,
Youth's quintessential life is fearless joy.
Blue gentian and the mealy primrose shine,
And heard far-off a happy goat-herd boy
Call to his fellow through the groves of pine;
Methought, such souls no wilderness can awe,
Youth's quintessential life is fearless joy.
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