“I woke to hear the lullaby” [“The Arve at Chamouni”] [poem]
I woke to hear the lullaby
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Of the fie swift river rolling by
Monotonous yet beautiful
Ever t the gentle pebbly swift swell
Of ever And every ripple lent his plash
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Joining in chorus wif
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Of m every mighty mountain stream
That joyful sung his morning hymn
His iris glory round him quivering
Where his white showery falls were shivering
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There is a melancholy smile
On natures features fair the while
When the dank dews descending grey,
Weep for the loss of parting day
There is a sad and soft complaining
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In the light breeze when day is waning
The evening star is fair and full
But it is passing sorrowfull
And merry is the laughing light
That blushes oer the heavens height
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That stream and bird and for breeze and tree
V For very joy sing merrily
When wakes the morn the morn the mountain snows
From their cold fixed pale repose
It was a most enchanting vision
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The morning mists had upwards risen
And floating in the fields of air
Lay in long lines most calmly there
You could not call them clouds I wist
They were not smoke they were not mist
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They were a sort of visible breeze,
Touching the tops of the pine trees
That as we passed beneath, and strook
Their stretchy branches ever shook
The laughing showers of lightso dancing dew
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Reflecting every rainbow hue
Or clinging to the clusters dank
of bright green moss upon the bank
And where those pines their crests had cloven
How rich the sun was interwoven
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And smiling through the leafy shade
Among the spangled grass it played
And drank the dew from flower and blade
Melting the heavy drops to air
That so dragged down the gossamer
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