Evening

The sun has set, and left the world to dew; The valley laughs, as in prayer, envelops his head; The trees are blushing in the evening sun; The owl is in the moon that touches the bed.

Be it so; some light breaks forth in a lowening sound, And music played on me, with silence danced around; Whole realms seem born anew, for their grace has drawn down
In silent wonder, an air-pageant crowned.

• Gerard Manley Hopkins