Angel of the Evening

Thou fair angel of the evening.Now whilst the sun rest on the mountains,light thy bright torch of love;the radiant crown, put on and smile upon our evening bed.Smile on our loves and while thou drawest the blue curtain ofthe sky,scatter thy silver dew on every flower that shuts its sweet eyes intimely sleep,Let thy west wind sleep on the lake,speak silent with thy glimmering eyes.And wash the dusk with silver.Soon, full soon,Dost thou withdraw, then the wolf rages wide,and the lion glares though the dun forest;The fleeces of our flocks are covered with,Thy sacred dew; protect them with thine influence.--William Blake