Soft comes the hush of eventideAnd songbirds hideIn limbs of budded treesTo bid farewell to setting sunWith lullabies they’ve sungEach night for centuries.
A lark is winging swiftly home –Black dot alone –Beneath auroral clouds.All nature makes a homeward rushAs twilight’s rosy blushThe eyes of night arouse.
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