Dusk Descending

Dusk descends from above, The near already far; Yet first is raised The gracious light of the evening star! All sways into the uncertain, Mists creep upwards; The resting lake mirrors The dark and deep abyss. Now in the east I sense the moon’s gleam and glow, The hair of slender willows Frolics on the near flood. Luna’s magic light trembles Through moving shadow-play, And through the eye coolness steals, Calming, right into the heart.