“Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray

Had in her sober livery all things clad:

Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,

They to their grassy couch, these to their nests

Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;

She all night long her amorous descant sung;

Silence was pleased: now glowed the firmament

With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led