Yêu sao buổi hoàng hôn How dear to me the hour

How dear to me the hour

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,
For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.

And, as I watch the line of light, that plays
Along the smooth ware toward the burning west,
I long to tread that golden path of rays,
And think’t would lead to some bright isle of reast.