 | Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy |  |
13
AT KASTANIENBAUM
Tired of my kind, and weary of the town,
How pleasant here to roam these orchard-bowers
When grey Pilatus bares at eve his towers,
Or wreathes the clouds of morning for his crown;
How grateful, where the mower leaves unmown
Red sorrel and the fragrant meadow-flowers,
When all her milk-white shells the cherry showers,
And the red walnut sheds her tassels down.
How pleasant here to roam these orchard-bowers
When grey Pilatus bares at eve his towers,
Or wreathes the clouds of morning for his crown;
How grateful, where the mower leaves unmown
Red sorrel and the fragrant meadow-flowers,
When all her milk-white shells the cherry showers,
And the red walnut sheds her tassels down.
O happy land of blissfulness and rest!
The blackbird sings, the redstarts flash and fly,
Through clouds of blossom emerald waters shine;
A better gift than fruitfulness is thine—
Thine is the balm to soothe an aching breast
With hope of Eden's old felicity!
The blackbird sings, the redstarts flash and fly,
Through clouds of blossom emerald waters shine;
A better gift than fruitfulness is thine—
Thine is the balm to soothe an aching breast
With hope of Eden's old felicity!
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