The Stars and the Falling Dew
The sun, like a hero, whose chariot rolled In glory, has reached the west; And wrapped in his mantle of crimson and gold, Has sunken away to rest. The stars from the skies Look forth like the eyes Of Angels, the earth to view; While timid and soft, Their light form aloft, Comes down with the falling dew.✨
The flowers, that, oppressed by the monarch of day, Have bowing confessed his power, Are lifting their foreheads, relieved of his ray, To the cool of the evening hour. And each holding up🌸 Her emerald cup, Her delicate draught to renew, Their trust is repaid, While their thirst is allayed By the drops of the falling dew.
The birds are at rest in their own little homes, 🕊️ Their songs are forgotten in sleep; And low and uncertain the murmuring comes From over the slumbering deep. The breezes that sighed Have fainted and died In the boughs they were quivering through, And motion and sound Have ceased from around To yield to the falling dew.
And gently it comes, as the shadowy wing Of night o'er the earth is unfurled; A silent, refreshing and spirit-like thing, To brighten and solace the world! As the face of a friend. When in sorrow we bend— Like a heart ever tender and true, When darkness is ours, To the earth and the flowers, Are the stars and the falling dew.🌛
🌝🌙🌑Art: Under a Starry Night by IllustNation Nakata