VII
THE MOUNTAIN'S MEADOW
THE MOUNTAIN'S MEADOW
Meadow lying far below me,
Green between the silver birches,
Does the little streamlet know thee,
That thy verdure softly searches?
Green between the silver birches,
Does the little streamlet know thee,
That thy verdure softly searches?
Ever where it listeth gliding,
Idling through thy bright expanses;
Dark behind the alders hiding,
In the noon's delicious trances;
Idling through thy bright expanses;
Dark behind the alders hiding,
In the noon's delicious trances;
Through the honeyed clover creeping,
Drinking sweetness without measure;
'Mid thy reedy grasses sleeping,
Overfull of easy pleasure;
Drinking sweetness without measure;
'Mid thy reedy grasses sleeping,
Overfull of easy pleasure;
Knowing all thy sunny spaces,
All thy blossoms breathing sweetly,
All thy cool and hidden places—
Could it know thee more completely?
All thy blossoms breathing sweetly,
All thy cool and hidden places—
Could it know thee more completely?
Ah! none ever won by dreaming
Secret such as thine, fair meadow;
But the mountains, heavenward gleaming,
Touch and know thee with their shadow.
Secret such as thine, fair meadow;
But the mountains, heavenward gleaming,
Touch and know thee with their shadow.
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