A REVERIE.
The day's long toil is over,
And calmly sets the sun;
As a weary racer sinks to rest,
When the longed-for goal is won.
And calmly sets the sun;
As a weary racer sinks to rest,
When the longed-for goal is won.
The bee has forgot the clover,
The butterfly the rose;
The bird has sought its downy nest,
And found its sweet repose.
The butterfly the rose;
The bird has sought its downy nest,
And found its sweet repose.
The twilight shadows softly creep
O'er valley, stream, and hill;
While from yon verdant meadow steals
The note of the whip-poor-will.
O'er valley, stream, and hill;
While from yon verdant meadow steals
The note of the whip-poor-will.
All hushed are childhood's voices—
Or low like a murmuring stream—
Like melody at midnight heard,
As it floats to the ear in dream:
Or low like a murmuring stream—
Like melody at midnight heard,
As it floats to the ear in dream:
