Good night! good night!—the golden day
Has veiled its sunset beam,
And twilight's star its beauteous ray
Has mirrored in the stream;—
Low voices come from vale and height,
And murmur soft, good night! good night!

Good night!—the bee with folded wings
Sleeps sweet in honeyed flowers,
And far away the night-bird sings
In dreamy forest bowers,
And slowly fades the western light
In deepening shade,—good night! good night!

Good night! good night!—in whispers low
The ling'ring zephyr sighs,
And softly, in its dreamy flow,
The murm'ring brook replies;
And, where yon casement still is bright,
A softer voice has breathed good-night!

Good night!—as steals the cooling dew
Where the young violet lies,
E'en so may slumber steal anew
To weary human eyes,
And softly steep the aching sight
In dewy rest—good night! good night!