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 Glion—Noon

From Glion on an August noon I scarcely see the ripples shine Where sunbeam spirits lightly swoon On drifting shrouds of cyanine.

The Dent du Midi now uprears His proud tiara through the mist, The sacred crown whose triple tiers Are walls of Titan amethyst.

A voiceless, dreamless paradise Of fleeting and fantastic form More lovely than the fierce sunrise, More visionary than the storm.

Here would I dream away long years Till with the mountains I was one, Knowing not loves or hates or fears, Standing immutably alone. 15