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The mountains in their overwhelming might / Moved me to sadness when I saw them first, / And afterwards they moved me to delight; / Struck harmonies from silent chords which burst / Out into song, a song by memory nursed; / Forever unrenewed by touch or sight / Sleeps the keen magic of each day or night, / In pleasure and in wonder then immersed. / All Switzerland behind us on the ascent, / All Italy before us we plunged down / St. Gothard, garden of forget-me-not: / Yet why should such a flower choose such a spot? / Could we forget that way which once we went / Though not one flower had bloomed to weave its crown?