The cock has ceased to crow, the hen to cluck : Only the fox is out, some heedless duck Or chicken to surprise. Remote, each single star Comes out, till there they are All shining brightly: how the dews fall damp.! While close at hand the glowworm lights her lamp Or twinkles from afar. But evening now is done As much as if the sun Day-giving had arisen in the East: For night has come; and the great calm has ceased, 'The quiet sands have run. |