Softly slips the moment In the waning of the day, When the tenderness reflected Lets a sadness fade away. As the setting sun throws highlights To tall timbers on the ridge And the burble of the brook Running soft beneath the bridge. Flocking starlings settle To gently chortle in the eve, Whilst the maiden herds the cattle In for milking, I believe. The countryside quiescent A peacefulness descends, With the falling shroud of darkness My velvet daylight ends.