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 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 flower, In heavens high bower; With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell green fields and happy groves, Where flocks have took delight; Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves The feet of angels bright; Unseen they pour blessing, And joy without ceasing, On each bud and blossom, And each sleeping bosom.
They look in every thoughtless nest Where birds are covered warm; They visit caves of every beast, To keep them all from harm; If they see any weeping.
That should have been sleeping They pour sleep on their head And sit down by their bed.
When wolves and tygers howl for prey They pitying stand and weep; Seeking to drive their thirst away, And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful; The angels most heedful, Receive each mild spirit.
New worlds to inherit.
And there the lions ruddy eyes, Shall flow with tears of gold; And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold: Saying: wrath by his meekness And by his health, sickness.
Is driven away, From our immortal day.
And now beside thee, bleating lamb.
I can lie down and sleep; Or think on him who bore thy name.
Graze after thee and weep.
For wash'd in lifes river.
My bright mane for ever.
Shall shine like the gold, As I guard o'er the fold.

Poem by Sidney Lanier
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