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88
AT BREITLAUENEN
SCHYNIGE PLATTE
Who 'neath Breitlauenen's larches seeks his rest,
What time from Niederhorn's empurpled walls
The first night-shadow over Brienz falls,
When all the flame that ever fired the west
Burns through soft haze on Thun's resplendent breast—
Will hear such silver chime of cattle-calls
As needs must charm the ear it quite enthralls,
And make him feel the mountain life is best.—
What time from Niederhorn's empurpled walls
The first night-shadow over Brienz falls,
When all the flame that ever fired the west
Burns through soft haze on Thun's resplendent breast—
Will hear such silver chime of cattle-calls
As needs must charm the ear it quite enthralls,
And make him feel the mountain life is best.—
For in the plain, 'twixt either sister lake,
Brown dwellings swarm like busy clustering bees
That know no rest; there commerce cries her wares,
There labourers patch the earth with purple squares,
Down there are hates, resentments, jealousies;
Here at Breitlauenen, hearts can never ache.
Brown dwellings swarm like busy clustering bees
That know no rest; there commerce cries her wares,
There labourers patch the earth with purple squares,
Down there are hates, resentments, jealousies;
Here at Breitlauenen, hearts can never ache.
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