YESTERDAY brown was still thy head,
as the locks of my loved one,
Whose sweet image so dear silently
Silver-grey is the early snow to-day on thy summit,
Through the tempestuous night streaming
fast over thy brow.
Youth, alas, throughout life as closely to age is united
As, in some changeable dream, yesterday
blends with to-day.
Uri, October 7th, 1797.
Sea Of Tranquility