The unquiet day is lulled asleep
The weary hours have taken flight,
Leaving their shadows long and deep,
That spread upon the earth below,
Soft as the falling of the snow.
Betwixt the glimmer and the gloom,
The twilight beameth tenderly
In dim rays o'er the dusky room,
Like hope of immortality,
That o'er the earth-bound spirit falls,