The sun descending in the west,The evening star does shine;The birds are silent in their nest.And I must seek for mine.The moon, like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,With silent delightSits and smiles on the night
William Blake
The sun descending in the west,The evening star does shine;The birds are silent in their nest.And I must seek for mine.The moon, like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,With silent delightSits and smiles on the night