The rose-tints have faded from out of the West, <br />From the Mountain’s high peak, from the river’s broad breast. <br />And, silently shadowing valley and rill, <br />The twilight steals noiselessly over the hill. <br />Behold, in the blue depths of ether afar, <br />Now softly emerging each glittering star; <br />While, later, the moon, placid, solemn and bright, <br />Floods earth with her tremulous, silvery light. <br /> <br />Hush! list to the Whip-poor-will’s soft plaintive notes, <br />As up from the valley the lonely sound floats, <br />Inhale the sweet breath of yon shadowy wood <br />And the wild flowers blooming in hushed solitude. <br />Start not at the whispering, ’tis but the breeze, <br />Low rustling, ’mid maple and lonely pine trees, <br />Or willows and alders that fringe the dark tide <br />Where canoes of the red men oft silently glide. <br /> <br />See, rising from out of that copse, dark and damp, <br />The fire-flies, each bearing a flickering lamp! <br />Like meteors, gleaming and streaming, they pass <br />O’er hillside and meadow, and dew-laden grass, <br />Contrasting with ripple on river and stream, <br />Alternately playing in shadow and beam, <br />Till fullness of beauty fills hearing and sight <br />Throughout the still hours of a calm summer’s night.<br /><br />Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-canadian-summer-evening/
