The sun has sunk behind the hills, <br />The shadows o'er the landscape creep; <br />A drowsy sound the woodland fills, <br />And nature folds her arms to sleep: <br />Good night--good night. <br /> <br />The chattering jay has ceased his din-- <br />The noisy robin sings no more-- <br />The crow, his mountain haunt within, <br />Dreams 'mid the forest's surly roar: <br />Good night--good night. <br /> <br />The sunlit cloud floats dim and pale; <br />The dew is falling soft and still; <br />The mist hangs trembling o'er the vale, <br />And silence broods o'er yonder mill: <br />Goodnight--good night. <br /> <br />The rose, so ruddy in the light, <br />Bends on its stem all rayless now, <br />And by its side the lily white <br />A sister shadow, seems to bow: <br />Good night--good night. <br /> <br />The bat may wheel on silent wing-- <br />The fox his guilty vigils keep-- <br />The boding owl his dirges sing; <br />But love and innocence will sleep: <br />Good night--good night!<br /><br />Samuel Griswold Goodrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-night-52/
