Thoughts as they came . in the zenith, Bids us on, lest twilight would cross the Kline Scheidegg, And eer vesper bells are tolled,Seek and find a quiet shelter In the Vale of Grindelwald. Where the Black Liitschines fiowingsOn the Alpine air are borne, And one catches snow-capped glimpsesOf the veteran Wetterhorn. [I2l] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME Other glories there await us! Giant peaks and murmuring streams;On well go! This Pass will take us Over varied Alpine scenes. Thus with dejeuners long halting, And glad loiterings by the way,Will the ramble of the morning Meet the sleeping of the
Thoughts as they came . in the zenith, Bids us on, lest twilight would cross the Kline Scheidegg, And eer vesper bells are tolled,Seek and find a quiet shelter In the Vale of Grindelwald. Where the Black Liitschines fiowingsOn the Alpine air are borne, And one catches snow-capped glimpsesOf the veteran Wetterhorn. [I2l] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME Other glories there await us! Giant peaks and murmuring streams;On well go! This Pass will take us Over varied Alpine scenes. Thus with dejeuners long halting, And glad loiterings by the way,Will the ramble of the morning Meet the sleeping of the within yon village resting, Flooded with the moons soft beams,With the stars their vigils keeping. We will dream our Alpine dreams. A CORNER IN LUCERNE A little spot—well shaded oer with green,A little darksome—always so serene!So quiet—one most fears to stir the airWith sound of voice! one feels so pensive there!A silence—broken but by moving feet—Still coming—coming—to this weird retreat. [ 122]. Aye! had a aciiliis joiiiid no outlet else —Enough — to leave suih pozverful masterpiece A CORNER IN LUCERNE Now and again — a bird stops in its flight,And pecks in gravel, for the crumb in sight—Then off again! he longs not here to staj%Tis not the place for laughter—nor his more in keeping—and like sad refrain,Is note which comes to us—and comes again — From crow hard by—with long, deep-sounding caw—Repeating—so we think—No more! No more!Valiant in death! and faithful to last hour —No more will yon great head be reared in power!No more those noble Swiss he represents,For Bourbon Fleur-de-lis will make defense. Aye! had a genius found no outlet else—Enough — to leave such powerful masterpiece!So long as chiseled stone and time remain,So long will live the great Thorwaldsens feel his presence—feel his spirit keepsA nightly vigil while his Lion sleeps. [ 123 ] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME TWO NIGHTS ON THE SUSTEN PASS Two
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