SWITZERLAND 1. MEETING AGAIN I see my bliss at hand, I know that graceful figure fair, I know that soft, enkerchief'd hair, Again I spring to make my choice; Again in tones of ire I hear a God's tremendous voice: 'Be counsell'd, and retire.' Ye guiding Powers who join and part, 2. PARTING YE storm-winds of Autumn! Ye are bound for the mountains ! Where your cold, distant barrier, Through the loose clouds lifts dimly How deep is their stillness! Ah, would I were there! But on the stairs what voice is this I hear, Or was it from some sun-fleck'd mountain-brook Sweet notes, this way! Hark! fast by the window There the torrents drive upward -I come, O ye mountains! But who is this, by the half-open'd door, Hark! the wind rushes past us! To the clear, waning hill-side, Unspotted by snow, There to watch, o'er the sunk vale, The frore mountain-wall, Where the niched snow-bed sprays down Its powdery fall. There its dusky blue clusters The aconite spreads; There the pines slope, the cloud-strips |