Now fades the glimmering blue of the skies,
And twilight descendeth with a rosy hue;
The shadows of evening begin to arise,
While stars play hide-and-seek on the dew.

To the softly blowing winds on high,
I summon the dreams of the slumbering night;
The nightingale sings, and the starlings sigh,
As the moon casts silver on the world in flight.

So hush, O heart! as the daylight wanes;
Let peace enfold you like summer’s bower;
The beauty that wanes is ever a gain—
For shadows deepen the magic hour.

• Alfred Lord Tennyson