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Poem by Menella Bute Smedley


Evening


It is the hour of evening
When nature is at rest:
Each weary bird is sleeping
Within its pleasant nest;
The bee hath ceased its humming,
The fish no longer springs,
Even the happy butterfly
Closeth its shining wings.

The pretty flowers are lying
Half hidden in the grass;
They cannot hear our footsteps
Or our voices as we pass.
For all their darling blossoms
Are shut in slumber deep,
Just like the eyes of children
When they are fast asleep!
The little stars are twinkling,
See how they shine and shake;
The little stars are sleepy,
They cannot keep awake.
The moon has hidden from us,
She is so very proud;
But I know that she is sleeping
Behind yon silver cloud.

It is the hour of evening,
As all creation feels;
The world is very beautiful
While slumber o'er it steals.
No sound profanes the silence
Of its unbroken peace,
But the flowing of the water
That can never, never cease.
The flowing of the water
Is a very sleepy sound;
The lullaby of nature,
With silence all around;
The music of the night-time,
It stealeth to repose.
The never resting water,
How sleepily it flows! 



Menella Bute Smedley

Poem Theme: Evening

Menella Bute Smedley's other poems:
  1. The Vow of Cortes
  2. The Knighting of Count Geoffrey of Anjou
  3. The Shadow from the Valley
  4. Wishes
  5. The Story of Queen Isabel


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Percy Shelley Evening ("The sun is set; the swallows are asleep")
  • John Clare Evening ("Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track")
  • Charlotte Smith Evening ("OH! soothing hour, when glowing day")
  • Charles Mackay Evening ("Tis sweet at morn among the corn")
  • Joanna Baillie Evening ("HOW lovely, Evening, is thy parting smile!")
  • Robert Anderson Evening ("How sweet 'tis to rove at the close of the day")
  • Thomas Aird Evening ("Those shouts proclaim the village school is out")
  • Oliver Holmes Evening ("DAY hath put on his jacket, and around")
  • Marjorie Pickthall Evening ("WHEN the white iris folds the drowsing bee")

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