TheThe summer sun is setting,
The sky is red in the west,
And over all hangs silence,
And a feeling of peace and rest.
The sultry day is over,
The light begins to fade,
The farmer’s weary horses
Are standing in the shade.
The golden light of sunset
Shines on the corn-fields round,
And the breeze, as it passes over,
Makes a sweet, rippling sound.
The range of distant mountains
Looks dark against the sky;
And right across the river,
A path of light doth lie.
I gazed till my eyes were dazzled,
At the slowly sinking sun, —
Till the stars peeped out above me,
Telling the day was done.
