Teems with "Good night!" the evening pledge of love.
The eagle, soaring, waits upon the wing,
Charmed with the notes the syren echoes sing;
The startled chamois bounds along the hill,
Yet, half-enraptured, turns to listen still;
From mount to valley, and from wold to wild,
The sounds are borne along, till, faint and mild,
"Good night," shall linger in the echoes' song,
When all to silence and to sleep belong.