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Antiques - The Swiss Alps Post by :Metaframer Category :Poems Author :Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Date :July 2011 Read :2524

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Antiques - The Swiss Alps

The Swiss Alps


YESTERDAY brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one,

Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar.
Silver-grey is the early snow to-day on thy summit,

Through the tempestuous night streaming fast over thy brow.
Youth, alas, throughout life as closely to age is united

As, in some changeable dream, yesterday blends with to-day.

Uri, October 7th, 1797.

Content of The Swiss Alps (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem collection: Antiques)

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