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To-day I'll give to peace; I will not look
Behind, before me; I will simply be;
Hopes and regrets shall claim no share in me;
Here I will lie beside the limpid brook,
And turn the pages of some aimless book,
Sunk and submerged in vague felicity;
Live, mute and still, in what I feel and see,
The dreaming guardian of the upland nook.
Behind, before me; I will simply be;
Hopes and regrets shall claim no share in me;
Here I will lie beside the limpid brook,
And turn the pages of some aimless book,
Sunk and submerged in vague felicity;
Live, mute and still, in what I feel and see,
The dreaming guardian of the upland nook.
Well! here's my world to-day! cicalas spare
Sawing harsh music; beetles big, that grope
Among the grass-stems; merry flies astir;
And goats with impudent face and silken hair,
That poise and tinkle on the Western slope,
Breast-deep in Alpen-rose and juniper.
Sawing harsh music; beetles big, that grope
Among the grass-stems; merry flies astir;
And goats with impudent face and silken hair,
That poise and tinkle on the Western slope,
Breast-deep in Alpen-rose and juniper.
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