IV
There in the twilight I see him stand:
He listens to the sounds of the field and the forest,
On his brow strikes the cool mountain air;
Hard is the old man's life and full indeed of sorrow—
But now, for a moment, respite from labor, in the
pause 'twixt day and night!
Perhaps to his heart comes a sense of the beauty that
fills all this exquisite valley—
A sense of peace and of rest; a thought of the long
and toilless night that comes to all,
As he leans on the bars and listens, and hears the deep-breathed
cows, and the scattered sound of the bells
In the night pasture.
