The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn, 
And now the music sleeps -     
Its benediction falling where the dim    
Dusk of the forest creeps.    
Mute grows the great concerto - and the light    
Of day is darkening, Good-night, Good-night.    
But through the night time I shall hear within    
The murmur of these trees,    
The calling of your distant violin    
Sobbing across the seas,    
And waking wind, and star-reflected light    
Shall voice my answering. Good-night, Good-night.