(1) Upon the sky Thy sober robes are spread; They drape the twilight, Veil on quiet veil; Until the lingering daylight all has fled Before thee, modest goddess, shadow-pale! The hushed and reverent sky Her diadem of stars has lighted high! (2) The lamb, the kid, the bird, the tender fawn, All that the sunburnt day has scattered wide, Thou dost regather; holding, till the dawn, Each flower and tree and beast unto thy side: The sheep come to the pen; And dreams come to the men; And, to the mother's breast, The tired children come, and take their rest. (3) Evening gathers everything Scattered by the morning! Fold for sheep, and nest for wing; Evening gathers everything! Child to mother, queen to king, Running at thy warning! Evening gathers everything Scattered by the morning! |