Pulchritudinous Nature

Soft comes to the hush of eventide

And songbirds hide

In limbs of budded trees

To bid farewell to set sun 

With lullabies, they've sung 

Each Night for Centuries.

A lark Is winging swiftly home,

Black dot alone,

Beneath Auroral clouds.

All Nature makes a homeward rush

As twilight's rosy blush

The eyes of night arouse