"Schaffausen" ["Entrance to Schaffhausen"] [poem]
[ENTRANCE TO SCHAFFHAUSEN] a
THE eve was darkening, as we climbed
The summit of the hill; 1
And, cradled ʼmid the mountain‐pine,
The wind was lying still.
Beneath the forests shadowy
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Long time our path wound on;
One narrow strip of starry sky
Between the dark firs shone.
The drowsy gnats had ceased their song,
The birds upon the bough were sleeping,
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And stealthily across our path
The leveret b was leaping.