The peaceful hour has come at last
when heavenly quietude calms the heart
and gentle music in classical mood
is my interlude to solitude.
'Solitaire' for just one night
as a dream of you takes my soul aflight;
time goes by so slowly dear
unless I imagine you are near.
As the echo of music dies away,
it's time to survive the mountain-way,
to toil once more in sunshine or rain
until the peaceful hour is mine again.
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