Evening
(In words of one syllable)

--by Thomas Miller

The day is past, the sun is set,

And the white stars are in the sky;

While the long grass with dew is wet,

And through the air the bats now fly.

The lambs have now lain down to sleep,

The birds have long since sought their nests;
The air is still; and dark, and deep,
On the hill side the old wood rests.