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THE WARBLER'S SONG
GRINDELWALD
Come not in August when the slopes are green
And Eiger's robe of ermine turns to grey,—
Come rather when the orchards gleam with May,
And later when the gold laburnum's screen
Lets through the lilac's fragrance. Then is seen
In poor men's gardens, either side the way,
Lilies of scarlet for a king's array,
And picris lights the fields with golden sheen.
And Eiger's robe of ermine turns to grey,—
Come rather when the orchards gleam with May,
And later when the gold laburnum's screen
Lets through the lilac's fragrance. Then is seen
In poor men's gardens, either side the way,
Lilies of scarlet for a king's array,
And picris lights the fields with golden sheen.
But not for fragrant flowers nor fear of scythe
In June I seek the pleasant alder-groves,
Where the dark Lütschĭne pours herself along:
It is because the little warbler loves
To tell in June how hearts should all be blithe
And fill the valley with exuberant song.
In June I seek the pleasant alder-groves,
Where the dark Lütschĭne pours herself along:
It is because the little warbler loves
To tell in June how hearts should all be blithe
And fill the valley with exuberant song.
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