"Oh, the morn looked bright on hill and dale" ["The Black Forest"] [poem]
The Oh the morn looked bright o
As we left the walls of merry däyle 1
And towrds the long hill ridges wound
That ramparted the plain around
That greener growing as we neared
At length with meadows decked appeared
Fair as our fields in May; and then
We entered on a little glen
Those miniature Alps among, 2
All smiling with a morning sun
Grassy and woody, and most sweet
As ever fairy her retreat
Formed for her midnight dances, a Through
Tracing, in mazy winds anew,
The spots it had passed oer, as fain
To run its sweet course oer again,—
Flowed a small tributary stream
That the Rhine levied all between 3
The frontlets of the fair fresh hills b
Smiling in silver as they sprang,
And merry were the notes they sang,
For they were joyful at their birth
From the cold prisons of the earth
To the warm sun and open sky,
And their song was all of liberty
But the dell narrowed as we went
Till, twixt the promontories pent
It upward ran, and the clear stream
Now forward shot its banks between,
Fast flashing, till from the obscure
Emerged we on a lofty moor,
Open, and shelterless, and bare,
And gently undulating far 4
With here and there a patch of pine
Breaking the smoothness of its line,
Toward the south horizon! c
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er hill and daleAs we left the walls of merry däyle 1
And towrds the long hill ridges wound
That ramparted the plain around
Ruskin's line number
780That greener growing as we neared
System generated line number
5At length with meadows decked appeared
Fair as our fields in May; and then
We entered on a little glen
Ruskin's line number
780Those miniature Alps among, 2
All smiling with a morning sun
System generated line number
10Grassy and woody, and most sweet
As ever fairy her retreat
Formed for her midnight dances, a Through
Ruskin's line number
785Tracing, in mazy winds anew,
The spots it had passed oer, as fain
System generated line number
15To run its sweet course oer again,—
Flowed a small tributary stream
That the Rhine levied all between 3
Ruskin's line number
790The frontlets of the fair fresh hills b
Leaped
Sprang
merrily the glad young rills,
System generated line number
20Smiling in silver as they sprang,
And merry were the notes they sang,
For they were joyful at their birth
Ruskin's line number
795From the cold prisons of the earth
To the warm sun and open sky,
System generated line number
25And their song was all of liberty
But the dell narrowed as we went
Till, twixt the promontories pent
Ruskin's line number
800It upward ran, and the clear stream
Now forward shot its banks between,
System generated line number
30Fast flashing, till from the obscure
Emerged we on a lofty moor,
Open, and shelterless, and bare,
Ruskin's line number
805And gently undulating far 4
With here and there a patch of pine
System generated line number
35Breaking the smoothness of its line,
Toward the south horizon! c