Classic Poem

There is joy in the thrush's call as the twilight deepens,
There is laughter in every breeze from the sunset skies;
There's a song in the brook where the hemlock boughs are bending—
There's a smile in your eyes.

There is pain in the thrush's song and the day is over,
There is sobbing among the pines where the south wind dies;
There is silence across the hills and the far blue mountains—
There are tears in my eyes.