Evening song

I stood on the mountain side,

while the sun was setting;

Thrown o'er all the woods

I saw evening's gold and netting.

Clouds of heav'n above the field

dewy hung, and weeping;

Lull'd by eveningtolling bells

gentle earth lay sleeping.

Said I, "O my heart, be still",

still with silent Nature

And prepare thyself to rest

with each earthborn creature.

And the little blossoms then

closed their eyes in slumber

And the still brook sang to sleep wavelets,

wavelets without number.

Dewy larks sought joyfully

low nests in the clover

and in glens the stag and doe slept

for day was over.