Evening Interlude

I cannot tell why there must be such glory On mountain peaks when daylight comes to end, As stately hills, like those of mystic story, Far in the distance with the skyline blend.

I cannot tell just why I can but love you, Though I recall so many, many things; Yet, like the brightness of the stars above you, When much is reckoned, much, so much, remains.

As in the faint light when the night approaches, And every summit bends toward darker hue, So in thy presence let me move while living, My thoughts, my life, my love encompass you.