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The shepherd calling to his fellows In sparry hollows of the crags, Many a mountain demon bellows Among wild, caverned peaks and jags. Flowers in the pastoral valley Ever with soft breezes dally, Mellow bells of mild-eyed kine, While they saunter, and recline, Soothe the sense; on waters green A white-winged shallop sails serene. In a lofty upland bower Of foliage, whose verdures dower Far-off bloom of lake and hill With lovelier beauty, musing still, 'Neath young leaves I see fair roses Glowing over violet water, Whose calm iris-gleam reposes, Faintly clouded, Heaven's daughter, Leman's poet-haunted water! A far village in the heat Resting at the mountain's feet. Beyond, how solemnly! Among the cliffs of Meillerie,