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ALPINE ANEMONES
IN THE BLUMENTHAL AT MÜRREN
Crushed by the overpowering bastion wall
Of Jungfrau's height, appalled and soul-oppressed,
We turned for breathing to a wider west,
And climbed the narrow path to Blumenthal;
Sadly the herdsman patched his broken stall,
So long the snow his pasture had possessed;
The winter cold had burnt the mountain-breast,
And driven the flowers, we thought, beyond recall.
Of Jungfrau's height, appalled and soul-oppressed,
We turned for breathing to a wider west,
And climbed the narrow path to Blumenthal;
Sadly the herdsman patched his broken stall,
So long the snow his pasture had possessed;
The winter cold had burnt the mountain-breast,
And driven the flowers, we thought, beyond recall.
Then sudden by a stream's impetuous race,
Like sunshine breaking upward through the ground,
A host of frail anemones were seen,
Part white, part yellow, dancing on the green:
We felt our souls unto their measure bound
To find light hearts in such a lonely place.
Like sunshine breaking upward through the ground,
A host of frail anemones were seen,
Part white, part yellow, dancing on the green:
We felt our souls unto their measure bound
To find light hearts in such a lonely place.
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