O pleasant eventide!
    Clouds on the western side
Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun:
The bees and birds, their happy labors done,
    Seek their close nests and bide.

    Screened in the leafy wood
    The stock-doves sit and brood:
The very squirrel leaps from bough to bough
But lazily; pauses; and settles now
    Where once he stored his food.

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    One by one the flowers close,
    Lily and dewy rose
Shutting their tender petals from the moon:
The grasshoppers are still; but not so soon
    Are still the noisy crows.

    The dormouse squats and eats
    Choice little dainty bits
Beneath the spreading roots of a broad lime;
Nibbling his fill he stops from time to time
    And listens where he sits.

    From far the lowings come
    Of cattle driven home:
From farther still the wind brings fitfully
The vast continual murmur of the sea,
    Now loud, now almost dumb.

    The gnats whirl in the air,
    The evening gnats; and there
The owl opes broad his eyes and wings to sail
For prey; the bat wakes; and the shell-less snail
    Comes forth, clammy and bare.

    Hark! that’s the nightingale,
;;;;Telling the self-same tale
Her song told when this ancient earth was young:
So echoes answered when her song was sung
;;;;In the first wooded vale.

;;;;We call it love and pain
;;;;The passion of her strain;
And yet we little understand or know:
Why should it not be rather joy that so
;;;;Throbs in each throbbing vein?

;;;;In separate herds the deer
;;;;Lie; here the bucks, and here
The does, and by its mother sleeps the fawn:
Through all the hours of night until the dawn
;;;;They sleep, forgetting fear.

;;;;The hare sleeps where it lies,
;;;;With wary half-closed eyes;
The cock has ceased to crow, the hen to cluck:
Only the fox is out, some heedless duck
;;;;Or chicken to surprise.

;;;;Remote, each single star
;;;;Comes out, till there they are
All shining brightly: how the dews fall damp!
While close at hand the glow-worm lights her lamp
;;;;Or twinkles from afar.

;;;;But evening now is done
;;;;As much as if the sun
Day-giving had arisen in the east:
For night has come; and the great calm has ceased,
;;;;The quiet sands have run.