Richard Forest's Midsummer Night.
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The hammers ringing on the building ships
Are ceasing from their chime;
Our toils are closing in this sweet eclipse
Of tranquil vesper-time.
Are ceasing from their chime;
Our toils are closing in this sweet eclipse
Of tranquil vesper-time.
O day slow-dying in the golden west,
O far flushed clouds above,
O slowly rising moon, your infinite rest
Brings infinite longing love.
O far flushed clouds above,
O slowly rising moon, your infinite rest
Brings infinite longing love.
II.
But what come forth with the dark,
With the dusk of the eve and the night?
When the lessening sails of that single barque
Shall be wholly lost to sight,
And the latest song of the latest lark
Shall be mute in the mute moonlight.
But what come forth with the dark,
With the dusk of the eve and the night?
When the lessening sails of that single barque
Shall be wholly lost to sight,
And the latest song of the latest lark
Shall be mute in the mute moonlight.
All the stars come forth on high
Like spirits that cast their shrouds,
And the solemn depths of the darkening sky
Are filled with their radiant crowds,
And Hesper, lovely as Love's own eye,
Shines beneath purple clouds;
Like spirits that cast their shrouds,
And the solemn depths of the darkening sky
Are filled with their radiant crowds,
And Hesper, lovely as Love's own eye,
Shines beneath purple clouds;
And the maidens and youths on earth,
On the shores of the sands and the piers,
On the shores of the sands and the piers,
