 | Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy |  |
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SWITZERLAND ONCE MORE
When in the May, queen-month of all the year,
From off the heights I hear the herdsman cry,
And up from lake or down from bluest sky,
The trembling cow-bell music fills mine ear,
I feel again inevitable cheer;
Sweet thoughts of Alpine joys that cannot die
Come borne on wings of hospitality,
From some brown-hooded mountain chalet near.
From off the heights I hear the herdsman cry,
And up from lake or down from bluest sky,
The trembling cow-bell music fills mine ear,
I feel again inevitable cheer;
Sweet thoughts of Alpine joys that cannot die
Come borne on wings of hospitality,
From some brown-hooded mountain chalet near.
High up above the beechwood and the pine,
Faint clouds that fade not, move not, greet my gaze,
—The Alpine orchard's wealth of fragrant snow—
Then all the long years' sorrow and the haze
Of labour lifts, and, Switzerland, I know
What happiness, what health of heart is thine.
Faint clouds that fade not, move not, greet my gaze,
—The Alpine orchard's wealth of fragrant snow—
Then all the long years' sorrow and the haze
Of labour lifts, and, Switzerland, I know
What happiness, what health of heart is thine.
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