When the lids of dusk are falling <br />O'er the dreamy eyes of day, <br />And the whippoorwills are calling, <br />And the lesson laid away,-- <br />May Mem'ry soft and tender <br />As the prelude of the night, <br />Bend over you and render <br />As tranquil a delight.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-annie/
