Jenny's mantle (Mantell Siani)

O welcome bat and owlet gray,

Thus winging low your airy way;

And welcome moth and drowsy fly,

That to mine ear come humming by.

And welcome shadows long and deep,

And stars that from the pale sky peep!

O welcome all! to me ye say,

My woodland Love is on her way.

Upon the soft wind floats her hair;

Her breath is in the dewy air;

Her steps are in the whisper'd sound,

That steals along the stilly ground.

O dawn of day in rosy bower,

What art thou to this witching hour!

O noon of day in sun-shine bright,

What art thou to the fall of night!