Tell her evening reign is nigh.
Now a louder ray of darkness,
Carols o’er the effulgent scene,
And the lurid light falls markless
On the horizon’s scattered screen.
Night is near, with all his horrors,
Sweetly swerving in his breast,
And the ear of fancy borrows
Morning mists to lull the west.
Ere he comes in all his splendor,