Samuel Adler - Chill of the Eve

A long green swell
Slopes soft to the sea;
And a far-off bell
Swings sweet to me;
As the grey
Chill day
Slips away
From the lea

Spread cold and far
Without one glow
From a mild pale star
Is the sky's steel bow;
And the grey
Chill day
Slips away
Below

Yon green tree grieves
To the air around;
And the whispering leaves
Have a lonely sound;
As the grey
Chill day
Slips away
From the ground
And dark, more dark
The shades settle down;
Far off is a spark
From the lamp-lit town;
And the grey
Chill day
Slips away
With a frown