Twilight Song

Warder of silence, keep
Watch on the ways of sleep;
Twilight, bringer of night,
End the day with delight.
Out of branch, out of bush,
What winds waken and hush?
Out of hedge, out of grass,
Murmurs rustle and pass.
See, on tottering feet,
Lambs that sleepily bleat;
Hark, from fields where they browse,
Complaining voices of cows;
Challenging night, rings out
The cuckoo's confident shout;
But the wailing peewit
Calls the night home to it.