Classic Poem

Among the rocky Cumberland
A summer day is ending;
The woodman now with ax on arm
His homeward way is wending.

The sun is hid from sight, but leaves
A pleasant afterglow
On western, and quietude
And peace are reigning now.

And from the woodland pasture
The cattle slowly roam;
I hear the jingle of their bells
Now on their journey home.

The robin gay has caroled
His sweet and goodnight lay
And with his mate has gone to sleep
Until another day.

The whippo'will so plaintive
His night song has begun,
And everywhere's the music
Of insects' ceaseless hum.

And now and then the night-hawk
With scream so loud and shrill,
I hear on some high distant peak
When all things else are still.

So calmly and so peacefully,
Just in this charmful way,
Among the rocky Cumberlands
Closes a summer day.