The Shades of Eve are Falling Poem by John Imlah

The Shades of Eve are Falling



The shades of eve are falling
On sunset's rosy air,
The convent bell is calling
To pensive thought and prayer;
The dew drops gem-like glisten,
The stars burn bright above,
Then listen- lady, listen,
The tale of thy true love.

The breath of Even whispers,
Its tale through leafy bough,
Love's vigil and love's vespers
Are held and hallow'd now;
For now all scene is sweetest,
Beneath, around, above,
And now the moment's meetest,
To list the lay of love!

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