YE black and roguish eyes，If ye command.
Each house in ruins lies，No town can stand.
And shall my bosom's chain，--
This plaster wall，？
To think one moment， deign，--
Shall ii not fall？
1811.
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第一章SWISS SONG，Up in th' mountain I was a-sitting， With the bird there As my guest， Blithely singing， Blithely springing， And building His nest.
In the garden I was a-standing， And the bee there Saw as well， Buzzing， humming， Going， coming， And building His cell.
O'er the meadow I was a-going， And there saw the Butterflies， Sipping， dancing， Flying， glancing， And charming The eyes.
And then came my Dear Hansel， And I show'd them With glee， Sipping， quaffing， And he， laughing， Sweet kisses Gave me.
1811.
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