The sun yet warmed the western sky, <br />But night fell fast; <br />The Whippoorwill began its solemn cry; <br />And fragrance of flowers, drawn up by the sun, <br />Fell as a mist over forest and field.<br /><br />Samuel Hardman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-whippoorwill-2/
