 | [From a window in Chamouni, in] The Cambridge book of poetry and song |  |
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FROM A WINDOW IN CHAMOUNI.
Long waited for, the lingering sun arose:Hid was the low east, flushed with crimson shame,
By stately hills to which his glory came
One after one, kindling the virgin snows,
That on their brows eternally repose,
To glowing welcome of his godlike claim
To be their lord and lover, and his flame
Of everlasting passion to disclose.
Even so for you, impatient hearts, that wait,
Cold 'neath the snows of your virginity,
The hour shall come that warms you, soon or late:
Though long your night, the longest night goes by,
Strong love shall shine in triumph from your sky,
And with his kiss of fire fulfil your fate.
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