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Madonna of the Evening Flowers All day long I have been working, Now I am tired. I call:“Where are you?” But there is only the oak tree rustling in the wind. The house is very quiet, The sun shines in on your books, On your scissors and thimble just put down, But you are not there. ... Poet: Amy Lowell	Evening Song Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea; How long they kiss in sight of all the lands, Ah! longer, longer we. Now, in the sea's red vintage melts the sun As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine And... Poet: Sidney Lanier	An Evening Song Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea, How long they kiss in sight of all the lands. Ah! longer, longer, we. Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun, As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine, And Cleopatra... Poet: Sidney Lanier	The Evening Wind Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool’st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their... Poet: William Cullen Bryant
From "An Evening Revery" o thou great Movement of the Universe, Or Change, or Flight of Time—for ye are one! That bearest, silently, this visible scene Into night’s shadow and the streaming rays Of starlight, whither art thou bearing me? I feel the mighty current sweep me on,... Poet: William Cullen Bryant	Evening Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I would commune with Thee: Thou, whose all-pervading eye, Naught escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault and secret sin... Poet: George Washington Doane	Evening Hymn Slowly by God’s hand unfurled, Down around the weary world Falls the darkness; oh, how still Is the working of Thy will! Mighty Maker! Here am I,— Work in me as silently, Veil the day’s distracting sights, Show me heaven’s eternal lights... Poet: William Henry Furness	Evening in Tyringham Valley What domes and pinnacles of mist and fire Are builded in yon spacious realms of light All silently, as did the walls aspire Templing the ark of God by day and night! Noiseless and swift, from darkening ridge to ridge, Through purple air that deepens... Poet: Richard Watson Gilder
Evening Songs I the birds have hid, the winds are low, The brake is awake, the grass aglow: The bat is the rover, No bee on the clover, The day is over, And evening come. The heavy beetle spreads her wings, The toad has the road, the cricket... Poet: John Vance Cheney	Child’s Evening Hymn Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. Now the darkness gathers, Stars begin to peep, Birds and beasts and flowers Soon will be asleep. Jesu, give the weary ... Poet: Sabine Baring-Gould