A Canadian Summer Evening

THE rose-tints have faded from out of the west,
From the mountain's high peak, from the river's broad breast,
And silently shadowing valley and rill
The twilight steals noiselessly over the hill.
Behold, in the blue depths of ether afar,
Now softly emerging each glittering star ;
While later the moon, placid, solemn, and bright,
Floods earth with her tremulous silvery light.

Hush ! list to the whip-poor-will's soft plaintive notes,
As up from the valley the lonely sound floats ;
Inhale the sweet breath of yon shadowy wood,
And the wild flowers blooming in hushed solitude.
Start not at the whispering, 'tis but the breeze,
Low rustling 'mid maple and lonely pine trees,
Or willows and alders that fringe the dark tide
Where canoes of the red men oft silently glide.

See, rising from out of that copse, dark and damp,
The fire-flies, each bearing a flickering lamp !
Like meteors, gleaming and streaming, they pass
O'er hillside and meadow, and dew-laden grass ;
Contrasting with ripple on river and stream,
Alternately playing in shadow and beam,
Till fulness of beauty fills hearing and sight
Throughout the still hours of a calm summer night.