A Montreux Hotel

TRIOLET

The waiter brought a vision by mistake,
I only ordered coffee and a roll.
Breakfast is all you hope for when you wake;
The waiter brought a vision by mistake,
For there, through slatted shutters, was a lake,
O pure, O placid, like a seraph's soul.
The waiter brought a vision by mistake,
I only ordered coffee and a roll.
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