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fair-hair'd angel of the Evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountins, light Thy brilliant torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! Smile on our loves; and whilst thou drawest round The curtains of the sky, scatter thy dew On every flower that closes 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 then the lion glares through the dun forest. The fleeces of our flocks are covered with Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence.