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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Evening

By Fyodor Tyutchev (1803–1873)

HOW sweetly o’er the silent valley

The distant solemn bell-tones fly!

Like rustling flights of cranes they dally,

Then in the sighing of leaves they die.

And like a spring tide overflowing

The day grows bright, then slowly fades;

And swifter and more silent going,

Adown the valley creep the shades.

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