War Drums (Scharkie)/Even-song
EVEN-SONG.
Calm the twilight silence creepethUp the golden-storied west.Nature, like an infant, sleepethSoft in innocence and rest.Hark! a phantom music pealeth.There the angel-lips repeat,"In the twilight, passion feeleth,Love is blessed, love is sweet."
CHORUS.
List ye! loose your soul's light pinions.Fly, where angel-lips repeat,"In the gloaming, passion feelethLove is blessed, love is sweet"
O'er the lea, the sheep-bells tinkle;On the heights, the sun is low;Waters, thro' the dingle, sprinkleMurmurous music as they flow.Hark! they seem to mutter lowly,Swelling on the stilly air,"In the gloaming, gathered slowlyLove is blessed, love is fair."
CHORUS.
List, ye! as they mutter lowly,Swelling on the stilly air,"In the gloaming, gathered slowly,Love is blessed, love is fair."