HESPER.
Sunset on the mountains hoary,
Deepens into night;
Day hath lost its crown of glory,
Life hath lost its light.
Deepens into night;
Day hath lost its crown of glory,
Life hath lost its light.
In mine eyes the tears are springing,
For thy face I see;
In my heart its dreams are singing,
Mournful songs of thee.
For thy face I see;
In my heart its dreams are singing,
Mournful songs of thee.
All the sunshine fled from heaven
With thy closing eyes;
Yet on me, at lonely even,
Clear as stars they rise.
With thy closing eyes;
Yet on me, at lonely even,
Clear as stars they rise.
Though the way be long and dreary
Down the mountain's side,
I no more can call it weary,
Thou art there my bride!
Down the mountain's side,
I no more can call it weary,
Thou art there my bride!
