Summer landscape

The sun is at rest; its rays are gone!

Day now reposes,

the fields lie in haze,

and a faint breeze trembles o'er dusky woodlands.

On ev'ry leaflet sweet memories dwell and tarry there,

glist'ning like evening dew.

And far away

in white floating vapours half hidden

lie meadows and forests and dreamland;

And rising towards the heaven aglow

and swaying like waves,

the mists waft away,

and a poem is born

in the dark'ning sea of trees.