名人诗歌|Let Evening Come

Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn， moving up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing^{1 as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn2. Let evening come.}

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den^{3. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come.}

To the bottle in the ditch， to the scoop^{4 in the oats， to air in the lung let evening come.}

Let it come， as it will， and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless， so let evening come