The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1885-10-15
WHEN EVENING coMerH ON.

WHEN EVENING COMETH ON.
When evening cometh on,
Slower and statelier in the mellowing sky
Cooler and balmier doth the soft wind sigh;
Loyelier. ~lonelier to our wondering eyes
The softening landscape seems. The swal-
Swift through the radiant vault; the field
lark cries
His thrilling, sweet farewell; and twilight
or misty silence cross the far-of lands
When evening cometho on.
When evening cometh on,
Deeper and DREAMER grows the slumber-
Darker and drearier spreads the b~ristllng
Bluer and heavier roll the hills that well
Out from their haunts the insect hordes,
Unseen by day, come ~thronging forth to hold
Their feeting hour of revel, and by the
Soft pipings rise up from the grasses cool,
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
Along their wellknown paths with heavier
The sad-eyed, lo;ter- ng kline unurged return;
The peaceful sheep, by unseen shepherds
wend bleating to the hills, so well they learn
Where Natures hand their wholesome
couch hath spread.
And through the purpling mist the moon
doth yearn;
Soft with the falling dew falls thy faint
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
Loosed from the days long toll, the clank-
With hating steps pass on their iostling
ways,
Their gearings glinted by the waning
Close By their heels the heedful collie strays;
All slowly fading in q land Of dreams;
Thus from iife's field the hearts fond hope
Thus doth the weary spirit seek the shade,
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
The soul of summer breathes a deep repose,
MYSTERIOUS murmurings mingle on the
And from the blurred and blended brake
there flows
The undulat'ng echoes of some stra'n
Cnce heard in paradise, perchance-who
But now the whispering memery sadly
Along the dim rows of the rustling maize,
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
Anon there spreads upon the lingering air
The musk of weedy slopes and grasses dank,
And odors from far FIELDS, unseen but fair,
-
o. lost Eiysium! art thou hiding there?,
Flows yet that crystal stream whereof 1
All, ,wild-eyed Memory, fly from nights
depair:
Thy strong wings droop with heavier
weight of care
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
No sounding phrase can set the heart at
The settling gloom that creeps by wood
The bars that lie along the smouldering
The tall and lonely silent trees that seem
To mock the grooming earth and turn to
This wayering fame, this agonizing dream,
All. al bring sorrow as the clouds bring
And evermore ife's struggle seemeth vain
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
In darkness reaching outher sentient hands;
Beneath her feet, and Questioning g she sef stand
Close on the brink, unfearinga and alone,
And lists the dull wave breaking on the
Albeit her thoughtful eyes are filed with
So lonely and SO sad the sound she hears.
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
ain seems the world and vainer wise
An colors vanish when the sun goeth down.
Fape's purple mantle some proud soul
No better seems than doth the earth-stained
Worn By Content. All names shall be for
Death plucks the stars to deck his sable
The fair enchantment of the golden day
Far through the vale of shadows melt away
When evening cometh on.