Now in the soft evening, let me find again

That high and rapturous moment that I knew

But yesterday, when all the shining world

Smiled down upon me. All too few

Are such great gifts, but now the sweetness

Of the night breathes tender promise. Low

The voice of hope speaks, and a song

By some far singer comes all faint and slow.

Up, soul! Rise again to the great heights -

The singer nearer comes - tremble again

To the ecstasy of that breathless hour!

Capture the pulsing holy moment when

All life is sweet and worth the living

And the blood runs quick, and happy song

Is on the tongue and in the leaping heart.

Life is so short, and death so long,

And few hold happiness. What! Comes it not?

Why do I feel a chill? Soft in the night

The voice draws near -

Never, never, again

Will the great day come; never, never, the light."