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A J EM TLA ND LAKE.
It lies before me now, as when the train
Its shining breadth, a crystal without stain;
The snow-fleck'd mountains rear their crests again,
Still sleeps the smile that on it then hath lain.
Fair Jemtland lake! Here, 'neath the smoky pall
Of the grim town, I ache at thought of thee;
And purer airs, in whose serenity
Like a smooth pebble in thy crystal sea.
IN A PINE-WOOD.
Receive me to your shades, O silent pines!
The while to death this summer day declines,
And through your solemn aisles serenely shines
On the low cliff which the fair isle confines.
Summer, I said; but autumn comes apace.
Gone are the forest flowers, save bluebells few
For me, alas! life's flower is withering too.
Departed summer, or the spirit's death?
J AM AN IN THE SNOW.
Ah! 'twas no time to rouse a poet's song,
Soon lost the peak's enshrouding mists among!
Alas! the path was drear, the path was long!
Sole creature there—and flapp'd his pinions strong.
Yet none the less of the sweet bard I thought,
Have dower'd Jaman with a magic dower; *
Cull'd from beneath the snows, a golden flower. Chateau D'oex, May 27, 1887.
* See "Stanzas in Memory of the Author of Obcrmann" and "Obermann once more," in Matthew Arnold's Poems.
A GENTIAN FROM THE ALPS.
It blossom'd once amid the pastures green
Of high-perch'd Miirren, and the summits bright Greeted its birth upon that lonely height,
From their lone stations in the blue serene.
O'er it the Jungfrau glisten'd, maiden-queen
Fitfully sounding o'er the fell ravine.
Poor flower my hand has pluck'd, my book has press'd! . Bright purple bell, torn from those pastures fair, And the rich fragrance of that Alpine air!
Sad is thy fate—and yet not all unblest:
THE TWO STREAMS.
We wander'd on the mountains, by the side
Of those two sparkling brooks, which rising single, Dash down their pine-hung gorges ere they mingle
And one full stream into the ocean glide.
Our souls were lifted by the prospects wide,
The mountain freshness made our blood to tingle. Then, down we passed, and lo ! the sand and shingle,
And tameless heaving of the salt sea tide.
But as we came where those two rivers shy
Are blent for ever in the valley sweet, Then said I, " Dearest, thus have thou and I
Traversed life's hill with painful, lonely feet;
Now, e'en as these, heart join'd with heart, we'll greet The solemn ocean of eternity."