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 Glion Evening

From Glion when the sun declines The world below is clear to see: I count the escalading pines Upon the rocks of Meillerie.

Like a dull bee the steamer plies And settles on the jutting pier : The barques, strange sailing butterflies, Round idle headlands idly veer.

The painted sceneries recall Such toil as Canaletto spent To give each brick upon each wall Its due partition of cement.

Yet rather seem those lands below From Glion at the close of day As vivid as a cameo Graved by the poet Gautier. July 1904