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 Of yon serene ethereal pleasance, Mine angel, mine! Nestle softly with the rest; If a moment he reposes On the aerial mount of Roses! Or where from Jungfrau's radiant breast Roll white thunderous avalanches, And the dim ravine swift blanches With a ghostly snow Fair, far below! So white-winged Consolation glides Into a heart where Death abides … … Is it a loud acclaim of deep immortal voices, When all the effulgent host of warriors rejoices, And the ever-burning fire Of holy love leaps higher, For wings of seraphs rushing from their light on high, Into earth's deadly shadow, to help mortality? … … Or near Eigher's pyramid May my lovely child lie hid, With the pulsing evening star, In realms of roses fair and far?

And tho' I come no more as erst I came, Fleet-foot as wind, with youthful eyes aflame, Eager to scale thy snows, and gladly dare, Free as a fawn, heart-whole as mountain air, But halting with dull weight of years and pain,