HERE in the quiet eve

My thankful eyes receive

The quiet light.

I see the trees stand fair

Against the faded air,

And star by star prepare

The perfect night.

And in my bosom¹, lo!

Content and quiet grow

Toward perfect peace.

And now when day is done,

Brief day of wind and sun,

The pure stars, one by one,

Their troop increase.

Keen pleasure and keen grief

Give place to great relief:

Farewell my tears!

Still sounds toward me float;

I hear the bird’s small note,

Sheep from the far sheepcote,

And lowing steers².

For lo! the war is done,

Lo, now the battle won,

The trumpets³ still.

The shepherd’s slender strain,

The country sounds again

Awake in wood and plain,

On haugh and hill.

Loud wars and loud loves cease.

I welcome my release;

And hail once more

Free foot and way world-wide.

And oft at eventide

Light love to talk beside

The hostel⁴ door.

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