Nature
The Swiss Alps
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1853) · From Antiques
Nature
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.
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Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von. “The Swiss Alps.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/goethe/294/.
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Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von. “The Swiss Alps.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/goethe/294/.
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