April Evening, France, April 1916 versuri

April Evening, France, April 1916 lyrics by Richard Mitchley, Ghizela Rowe

O sweet blue eve that seems so loath to die
Trailing the sunset glory into night
Within the soft, cool strangeness of thy light
My heart doth seem to find its sanctuary

The day doth verge with all its secret care
The thrush is lilting vespers on the thorn;
In Nature’s inner heart seems to be born
A sweet serenity; and over there

Within the shadows of the stealing Night
Beneath the benison of all her stars
Men, stirr’d to passion by relentless Mars
Laughing at Death, wagе an unceasing fight

The thunder of thе guns, the scream of shells
Now seem to rend the placid evening air:
Yet as the night is lit by many a flare
The thrush his love in one wild lyric tells

O sweet blue eve! Lingering awhile with thee
Before the earth with thy sweet dews are wet
My heart all but thy beauty shall forget
And find itself in thy serenity