Our lives are Swiss, –
So still, so cool,
Till, some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their curtains,
And we look farther on.

Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
Forever intervene!

– ALPINE GLOW – Our lives are Swiss by Emily Dickinson

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