Evening Poem by Eden Verse

O beauteous eve in hamlet's meads!
Thy magic lores all us enthrall
You are the breath of forest weeds
You are the angels airy call

I see the dusky sky and trees
They all with soul of nature breath
Thy daisies blood from veins squeeze
And doth so forlorn lonesome heath

The smoke that riseth from the yards
Calls ancient stories in our minds
Which told in books by heavens bards
With magic souls and hearts they binds