For works with similar titles, see Evening.


           EVENING

The moon begins her stately ride
  Across the summer sky;
The happy wavelets lash the shore,—
  The tide is rising high.

Beneath some friendly blade of grass
  The lazy beetle cowers;
The coffers of the air are filled
  With offerings from the flowers.

And slowly buzzing o'er my head
  A swallow wings her flight;
I hear the weary plowman sing
  As falls the restful night.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.