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AT THE THREE LINDEN
LUCERNE
Up through the marvel of the blossoming pear,
By sorrel lanes and fields of picris gold
We went with joy, half fearing to behold
A scene less witching, less divinely rare
Than wonder had imagined; fresh and fair
The Lindens tossed their arms that grow not old;
We gazed, and purest emerald, Reuss was rolled
From out a lake as blue and deep as air.
By sorrel lanes and fields of picris gold
We went with joy, half fearing to behold
A scene less witching, less divinely rare
Than wonder had imagined; fresh and fair
The Lindens tossed their arms that grow not old;
We gazed, and purest emerald, Reuss was rolled
From out a lake as blue and deep as air.
Toward the towers and roofs of sunburnt brown
Sloped bowery orchards, hill to pine-clad hill
Broidered with tenderest beeches bade rejoice!
Rejoice ye, River, Mountain, Lake, and Town!
Rejoice, ye wanderers! and a blackbird's trill
Came clear to greet us with an English voice.
Sloped bowery orchards, hill to pine-clad hill
Broidered with tenderest beeches bade rejoice!
Rejoice ye, River, Mountain, Lake, and Town!
Rejoice, ye wanderers! and a blackbird's trill
Came clear to greet us with an English voice.
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