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!