To evening

[ZaunköniG]

To evening

Sweet Evening, hail! thy melancholy hour
Soothes all my soul to calmness and repose.
How soft thy gentle gale, that sighing blows
Upon the wild heath’s solitary flow’r,

Shaking with fluttering wing its dewy head!
With what mild splendor shines the pensive star
Whose silvery lustre decks thy shadowy car!
To me it tells of blissful moments fled –

And musing fancy backward takes her flight,
To gaze on images to fancy dear,
And bathe them with the sad regretful tear.

Yet, ‘tis a sadness mingled with delight;
Just as a strain of musik, mournful, low,
Melts the full heart with silent pleasing woe.