The sun has long been set, <br />The stars are out by twos and threes, <br />The little birds are piping yet <br />Among the bushes and the trees; <br />There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, <br />And a far-off wind that rushes, <br />And a sound of water that gushes, <br />And the cuckoo's sovereign cry <br />Fills all the hollow of the sky. <br />Who would go `parading' <br />In London, `and masquerading', <br />On such a night of June <br />With that beautiful soft half-moon, <br />And all these innocent blisses? <br />On such a night as this is!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-has-long-been-set/
