Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening，
     Now， whilst the sun rests on the mountains， light
     Thy bright torch of love； thy radiant crown
     Put on， and smile upon our evening bed！
     Smile on our loves， and while thou drawest the
     Blue curtains of the sky， scatter thy silver dew
     On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
     In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
     The lake； speak silence with thy glimmering eyes，
     And wash the dusk with silver. Soon， full soon，
     Dost thou withdraw； then the wolf rages wide，
     And the lion glares thro' the dun forest：
     The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with
     Thy sacred dew： protect them with thine influence，