In the evenings where glow worms swarm,
With sweet airs wafting from reposing flowers,
The atmosphere of peace silently slips in.
With the earth damp from mildew, ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!