English poem
On Approaching the Staub-Bach, Lauterbrunnen
Tracks let me follow far from human-kind Which these illusive greetings may not reach; Where only Nature tunes her voice to teach Careless pursuits, and raptures unconfined. No Mermaid warbles (to allay the wind That drives some vessel tow'rds a dangerous beach) More thrilling melodies! no caverned Witch Chaunting a love-spell, ever intertwined Notes shrill and wild with art more musical! Alas! that from the lips of abject Want And Idleness in tatters mendicant They should proceed—enjoyment to enthral, And with regret and useless pity haunt This bold, this pure, this sky-born Waterfall!
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