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Normale Version: Swift, Elizabeth F.: To Estelle
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To Estelle

Come out upon the dewy hills, sweet friend,
And let us study Nature’s changeful face.
Look how the sun’s last rays harmonious blend,
Folding the woodlands in a warm embrace;

Each glowing leaf, stirred by the evening breeze,
Gleams with prismatic hues; crimson and gold,
Purple and azure seem the waving trees;
The mists their silvery vapors have unrolled,

And hover o’er the river’s troubled breast, -
River, that ‘midst such deep and calm repose
Forever murmurs with a sad unrest,

Like human hearts o’erburdened with life’s woes.
But see – bright messenger of Heaven, queen of the summer skies,
Filling the earth with loveliness – the Harvest-Moon arise.