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TWILIGHT AT LA PRAFONDAZ
LEYSIN
Come not at morn, when beautiful and bare,
Rose-pink with all her meadows, all her vines,
The Dent du Midi's marvellous splendour shines,
Nor when on La Rionda's rocky stair
The noon with flowers and butterflies is fair,—
Come rather when the lingering day declines,
And the grey mist is breathed from out the pines,
And one star lights the dewy-purple air.
Rose-pink with all her meadows, all her vines,
The Dent du Midi's marvellous splendour shines,
Nor when on La Rionda's rocky stair
The noon with flowers and butterflies is fair,—
Come rather when the lingering day declines,
And the grey mist is breathed from out the pines,
And one star lights the dewy-purple air.
Then say if earth from any mountain steep
Can soothe with gentler calm the troubled breast,
Or bring to aching hearts a surer boon,
When vale and hill and river seem asleep,
And to far shores of blissfulness and rest
The long lake gleams beneath a rising moon.
Can soothe with gentler calm the troubled breast,
Or bring to aching hearts a surer boon,
When vale and hill and river seem asleep,
And to far shores of blissfulness and rest
The long lake gleams beneath a rising moon.
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