Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - THE SWISS ALPS.

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.

October 7th, 1797.

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