Three songs , opus 46

With silent feet all wet with dew, 
Comes evening full of soft repose,
To kiss the valley deep and blue,
With wistful lips, and eyes that close.

Her breath is soft and full of peace,
Her arms outstretched to caress
Fling benedcitions without cease;
She seems a spirit born to bless.

And as the evening to the earth,
Came love to me, a boon most rare,
Hushed ev'ry sorrow at its birth,
And turned complaining into prayer.

Across the fields of yesterday	 
    He sometimes comes to me,	 
A little lad just back from play--	 
    The lad I used to be.	 
  
And yet he smiles so wistfully	         
    Once he has crept within,	 
I wonder if he hopes to see	 
    The man I might have been.

The night sinks down on the sea,
Where the restless waters are still;
And a startled bird calls from its tree;
And the shivering stars are chill.
Draw near, O life of the dark!
Awake, O voice of the sea!

For the winds are wafting my heart
To the love who mourns, who mourns for me;
who mourns for me.
The night sinks down.