In the slant of the sun on the country-side,
Twilight shines bright on the on-coming tide.
Along the meadow or on the vast plains
Cattle and sheep trail home all over the lanes.
Tired farmers return with hoes on their shoulders,
Allured by sunset , they sit and watch
it from boulders .
" Night's approaching ! Night's approaching
Sing some sea birds before departing .
" We must reach home ere the dusk
is here .
For we must be at home and we must be there.
My babies are hungry, I cannot stay.
Tarry us not with your evening songs , I pray."
Slowly down the path some prowlers plod along
While walking they sing a strange , old song.
A slip of pale moon hangs above green plains
as the autumn wind's blowing golden grains.
On a night like this , peace descends from
the heaven, and hovers like a dove .