1. "If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song

May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,

Like thy own solemn springs,

Thy springs and dying gales."

Collins, Ode to Evening.

2. "But never could I tune my reed

At morn, or noon, or eve, so sweet,

As when upon the ocean shore

I hail'd thy star-beam mild."

Kirke White, Shipwrecked Solitary's Song.