Lines Written on a Farewell View of the Franconia Mountains at Twilight
Blue mists surround the mountains now,
In shadowy splendor slowly fades
Their perfect outline; each pure brow
Is bathed in mystery; the shades
Of pensive twilight gather round,
The timid stars forbear awhile
To lift their misty curtain; sound
Thy lyre, O soul! 'neath Nature's smile.
In shadowy splendor slowly fades
Their perfect outline; each pure brow
Is bathed in mystery; the shades
Of pensive twilight gather round,
The timid stars forbear awhile
To lift their misty curtain; sound
Thy lyre, O soul! 'neath Nature's smile.
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