I stood on the mountain side,
while the sun was setting;
Thrown o'er all the woods
I saw evening's gold and netting.

Clouds of heav'n above the field
dewy hung, and weeping;
Lull'd by eveningtolling bells
gentle earth lay sleeping.

Said I, "O my heart, be still",
still with silent Nature
And prepare thyself to rest
with each earthborn creature.

And the little blossoms then
closed their eyes in slumber
And the still brook sang to sleep wavelets,
wavelets without number.

Dewy larks sought joyfully 
low nests in the clover
and in glens the stag and doe slept
for day was over.