Golden Sun


1. The golden sun sinks in the west, the mountain tops retain his beams;
The parent bird flies to her nest, The firefly through the valley streams.
The whippoorwill begins his lay, And rosy twilight paints the sky,
While creeping on with mantle grey, And noiseless step, night dims the eye.

2. Now dimly through the misty blue, the stars are peeping, one by one,
Illuming every drop of dew, That just has trembled in the sun,
The nightbird spreads his heavy wings, And hovers o’er the silent dell,
The nightingale her vesper sings, And nature bids the day farewell.

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