When the dark comes down, oh, the wind is on the sea <br />With lisping laugh and whimper to the red reef's threnody, <br />The boats are sailing homeward now across the harbor bar <br />With many a jest and many a shout from fishing grounds afar. <br />So furl your sails and take your rest, ye fisher folk so brown, <br />For task and quest are ended when the dark comes down. <br /> <br />When the dark comes down, oh, the landward valleys fill <br />Like brimming cups of purple, and on every landward hill <br />There shines a star of twilight that is watching evermore <br />The low, dim lighted meadows by the long, dim-lighted shore, <br />For there, where vagrant daisies weave the grass a silver crown, <br />The lads and lassies wander when the dark comes down. <br /> <br />When the dark comes down, oh, the children fall asleep, <br />And mothers in the fisher huts their happy vigils keep; <br />There's music in the song they sing and music on the sea, <br />The loving, lingering echoes of the twilight's litany, <br />For toil has folded hands to dream, and care has ceased to frown, <br />And every wave's a lyric when the dark comes down.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-dark-comes-down/
