Darkness descends in shadowy folds
Over the distant hills; the breeze
Shivers and stirs in the leafy trees,
And a single star beholds.
The brook murmurs low in the tangled copse,
The jewel-weed stands with its feet in the stream,
By my lantern light the dew-drops gleam
On the leaves like diamond drops.
And lo! like the shuddering wind-stirred leaves,
Like the trembling weed where the waters glide,