The Evening

The daylight wane?.
And quiet reigns.
'.Mid breezes driven,
Cloudlets riven.
The moonlight plays
In varied rays,
As ruins o'er
Might fancy soar.
The city wight
Has no delight.
Seek in the field
What pleasures yield
The eves. — All gay
Two lovers stray,
Sing on their way.
Their song is heard
By many a bird.
From forest's shade
To lad and maid
Comes the mournful tale

Of the nightingale

From the garden borne
The sound of horn,
Where the herdsman tends
His fire! It extends
Far. far around
And then the sound
Of the horn's sad note,
In the air doth float.
While all around
O'er the dewy ground
And rich, green grass
His herd doth pass.
Then soft the gate
Is opened, elate
The herdsman heeds
The sound, and speeds.
Kiss follows kiss
And all is bliss!
Who went there, who?
The lover true!
How blessed ye two!
All joyous be!
But why of ye
I cannot be?