Twilight in the Alps
I love the hour that comes with dusky hair And dewy feet along the Alpine dells To lead the cattle forth. A thousand bells Go chiming after her across the fair And flowery uplands, while the rosy flare Of sunset on the snowy mountain dwells, And valleys darken and the drowsy spells Of peace are woven through the purple air.
Dear is the magic of this hour; she seems To walk before the dark by falling rills, And lend a sweeter song to hidden streams; She opens all the doors of night, and tills With moving bells t’ho music of my dreams, That wander far among the sleeping hills. —Henry van Dyke.
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Manawatu Times, Volume LV, Issue 7026, 9 December 1932, Page 2
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116Twilight in the Alps Manawatu Times, Volume LV, Issue 7026, 9 December 1932, Page 2
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