Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Alpine Glow

Our lives are Swiss, --
  So still, so cool,
  Till, some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their curtains,
  And we look farther on.

Italy stands the other side,
  While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
  Forever intervene!

1. I Know a Place Where Summer Strives
2. Unto My Books So Good to Turn
3. Pompless No Life Can Pass Away
4. Going
5. Contrast

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