NIGHT
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine,
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine,
The moon, like a flower,
In heavens high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.
The evening star does shine,
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine,
The moon, like a flower,
In heavens high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.