How often when the sun would glow,
I’ve conjured o’er some boyish theme
With lazy lollings by the stream
As past me it would babbling go,
Till, as the shadows forth would creep,
I’ve yielded to a drowsy sleep,
Unmindful that the sun was low,
When nature’s own sweet lullaby
Came soothingly to me.
Sweet eventide of long ago,