I walked beside the evening sea and dreamed a dream that could not be; the waves that plunged along the shore said only: "Dreamer, dream no more!

When day is done, and clouds are low, And flowers are honey-dew, And Hesper's lamp begins to glow Along the western blue; And homeward wing the turtle-doves, Then comes the hour the poet loves.

The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration.

Silence on a hill where the path endedand then the forest belowmoving in one long whisperas evening touched the leaves.

So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

If we're driving late in the evening and just want to stop and rest and get out early in the morning it works out well.