When daylight folds its weary wings,
And shadows climb the silent trees,
The earth remembers ancient things
And sighs them to the evening breeze.

The river glows with fading fire,
Its mirrored sky a waning flame;
The crickets sing their one desire,
And call the stars by secret name.

O heart, be still beneath this dome
The night has come to set you free;
For every path that led you home
Was lit by dreams you could not see.