Evening

LISTEN and we shall hear the voice
Of Evening, her name she told,
When we stayed our boat by the shore to know
What wee flower shone 'neath the willow so,
And her hair was radiant gold.
Now veiled in grey with silent step,
She walks where shades are deep,
And the great trees hear, and the blossoms know
The song she sings, and her music low
Is charming them to sleep.
My unseen brother and sister
Who dwell 'neath the roofs we pass,
Are you sad and weary with toil and care,
My rest is full, I have rest to spare,
I whisper it through your grass.