Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.

Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to they grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.

Sweet the coming on / Of grateful evening mild; then silent night / With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, / And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.

But when eve's silent footfall steals Along the eastern sky, And one by one to earth reveals Those purer fires on high.

In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone.

Best image of myself and dearer half.