John Ireland — Evening Song

I stood on the mountain side While the sun was setting; Thrown o'er all the woods I saw evening's gold and netting Clouds of heav'n above the field Dewy hung, and weeping; Lull'd by eveningtolling bells Gentle earth lay sleeping Said I, "O my heart, be still" Still with silent Nature And prepare thyself to rest With each earthborn creature And the little blossoms then Closed their eyes in slumber And the still brook sang to sleep wavelets Wavelets without number Dewy larks sought joyfully Low nests in the clover And in glens the stag and doe slept For day was over