 | Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy |  |
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AFTER A STORM AT KANZELI
ST. BEATENBERG
Beneath high Kanzeli's towers of silver-grey
We saw the sudden rainbow like a wreath
Of softest filmy blossom, flung beneath,
And colour flashed from every diamond spray.
We cried—‘Has earth more heavenly-born display
To call the wanderer upward? can the breath
Of storm a show more prodigal bequeath
To ease this wild, impracticable way?’
We saw the sudden rainbow like a wreath
Of softest filmy blossom, flung beneath,
And colour flashed from every diamond spray.
We cried—‘Has earth more heavenly-born display
To call the wanderer upward? can the breath
Of storm a show more prodigal bequeath
To ease this wild, impracticable way?’
For ne'er on lawns of gladder green and gold
Gleamed the bronze huts above us on the height,
Nor lovelier through dim veils of sapphire mist
Rose rampart walls of gleaming amethyst,
Nor sweetlier leapt the valleys back to light,
Nor swiftlier were the gates of Heaven unrolled.
Gleamed the bronze huts above us on the height,
Nor lovelier through dim veils of sapphire mist
Rose rampart walls of gleaming amethyst,
Nor sweetlier leapt the valleys back to light,
Nor swiftlier were the gates of Heaven unrolled.
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