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.

 Uri, 
October 7th, 1797.

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