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MOONLIGHT AT PENSION REITZEL
LEYSIN
Beside the sloping road that curves and shines,
A silver serpent on from field to field,
There stands a chalet, where all woes are healed
That need the sunlight, and when day declines
And the rose gleam of eve incarnadines
The peak of Chamossaire, there is unsealed
A dewy balm Arabia could not yield,
Breathed from the fragrant multitude of pines.
A silver serpent on from field to field,
There stands a chalet, where all woes are healed
That need the sunlight, and when day declines
And the rose gleam of eve incarnadines
The peak of Chamossaire, there is unsealed
A dewy balm Arabia could not yield,
Breathed from the fragrant multitude of pines.
Sweet house of health for weary mortals planned,
What witchery haunts thee, when the purple vale
Is filled with shadow by Rionda thrown,
And we behold in some enchanted land
Of magic gleam, the Dent du Midi pale—
A phantom presence o'er the moonlit Rhone.
What witchery haunts thee, when the purple vale
Is filled with shadow by Rionda thrown,
And we behold in some enchanted land
Of magic gleam, the Dent du Midi pale—
A phantom presence o'er the moonlit Rhone.
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