Alpine has comely, pulchritudinous brown rim,
Tips of volcanos watch me as I like it, therein;
I shall be as happy for a moment's notice,
And the valley and the salvias sing.
A desert road rises and then down to the snakes
Looking here laughs at ponds, lily pads, or lakes
Not a Japanese bend in a water or lotus
And the mountains and the cochineal sing.
So soft in Alpine, dos evening comes blue,
Distinction of yellow, hush of clouds verse too,
The blossom of night, some lone lovely star,
And the valley and the lyre - leaf sing.
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