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32
FAREWELL TO LUCERNE
We go; we leave the linden-trees, the wall,
The landward towers, the terrible bridge of death,
The grey-green waters dancing underneath,
And that brown-hooded castle which men call
The ‘Lantern’; but our hearts are sad withal,
For never May breathed more victorious breath,
Nor wove of bloom a more bewitching wreath
With power to keep the souls of men in thrall.
The landward towers, the terrible bridge of death,
The grey-green waters dancing underneath,
And that brown-hooded castle which men call
The ‘Lantern’; but our hearts are sad withal,
For never May breathed more victorious breath,
Nor wove of bloom a more bewitching wreath
With power to keep the souls of men in thrall.
We glide by poplared cape and slopes a-flower,
Pilatus casts his shadow at our feet;
And the reflected peaks of Oberland
Bow down before our passage, but the power
Of that quaint town, where old and new worlds meet
And Spring is empress, holds us by the hand.
Pilatus casts his shadow at our feet;
And the reflected peaks of Oberland
Bow down before our passage, but the power
Of that quaint town, where old and new worlds meet
And Spring is empress, holds us by the hand.
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