Twilight in the Alps by Henry Van Dyke

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Title:     Twilight in the Alps by Henry Van Dyke
Author: Henry Van Dyke [More Titles by Van Dyke]

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.

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Henry Van Dyke's poem: Twilight in the Alps by Henry Van Dyke

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