Mont Blanc From Geneva
At set of sun I paced the quay;
Mont Blanc, all rosy, smiled on me.
No faery fortalice built of moonbeams
Was ever aerier light than he.
Soon into darkness drooped his gleam;
The shore lamps glittered in the stream,
And the mighty, snow-crowned " monarch of mountains "
Was only a memory and a dream.
Mont Blanc, all rosy, smiled on me.
No faery fortalice built of moonbeams
Was ever aerier light than he.
Soon into darkness drooped his gleam;
The shore lamps glittered in the stream,
And the mighty, snow-crowned " monarch of mountains "
Was only a memory and a dream.
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