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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 fills / With moving bells the music of my dreams, / That wander far among the sleeping hills.
Gstaad, August, 1909.