The sun withdraws with golden will
No noise no plea the world grows still;
It bows in grace the clouds comply
Their amber hands applaud the sky
I learn to leave as daylight goes
Without regret the heart bestows;
The glow departs yet not in vain
It promises to rise again
The west accepts its steady fall
It teaches faith beyond it all;
The ending hums the air expands
The calm repeats what light commands
To end with peace to go with hue
To leave the day yet carry through;
This art of sun so pure so mild—
Becomes the prayer of evening’s child