NOW shadows fold the sunset gold, The vesper stars gleam fair, No robin sings, no swallow wings Its eager flight in air. But dews the drooping roses fill With silent, balmy rain, And murmuring rill and zephyr thrill The hush of grove and plain, — Good-night! Good-night! good-night! the moon will light The east before the dawn, And stars arise to gem the skies When these have westward gone. Good-night! and sweet be thy repose Through all their shining way, Till darkness goes, and bird and rose With rapture greet the day, — Good-night! |