Come, let us tell it over,
Each to each by the fireside,
How that earth has been a swift adventure for us,
And the watches of the day as a gay song and a right song,
And now the traveller wind has found a bed,
And the sheep crowd under the thorn.
Good was the day and our travelling,
And now there is evensong to sing.
Night, and along the valleys
Watch the eyes of the homesteads.
The dark hills are very still and still are the stars.
Patiently under the ploughlands the wheat moves and the barley.
The secret hour of love is upon the sky,
And our thought in praise is aflame.
Sing evensong as well we may
For our travel upon this Sabbath day.
Earth, we have known you truly,
Heard your mutable music,
Have been your lovers and felt the savour of you,
And you have quickened in us the blood’ s fire and the heart’ s fire.
We have wooed and striven with you and made you ours
By the strength sprung out of your loins.
Lift the latch on its twisted thong,
And an end be made of our evensong.