To a Mountain Meadow

You who are guarded,

Cherished by your'mountain-

Safe within his arm

From the wind's mad fingers;

You whom the bluebirds

Hover, hover over;

You whom the stars love,

Whom the firs find comely-

Striding down the mountain,

Crowding round your beauty;

You who have borne

Shooting stars and gentians,

To whom God has given

Springs within your bosom:

What comfort can you offer

To an unloved woman?

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