Nightfall

Dusk from her store spreads veils;

Than gossamer more frail.

The fading sunlight fails,

As grey mist falls on veil.

Now, quietly, the night

Puts stars into her hair.

And now no more of light,

And silence everywhere.

Joy lets her pleasures lie.

Grief sheds her final tear.

A mother's lullaby

Calms little children's fear.

Now parting lovers kiss,

A rose rains petals pale.

And, careless who may miss,

There sings a nightingale.