At the shut of eve

In the woods whence the eve closes in
Whence leaves stop murmuring
There the fairy drops down quiet
To get the feel of glow worms'  light
At her feet they deck the evening
There they make a marvellous setting,
The birds going to sleep at the shut of eve
From their nests they to dreams take leave
Perhaps being enchanted by the fairy's song
They in trees' branches wait for night long,
Till they find how in the woods they have got
All that they always in their hearts sought,

The other creatures also they think of sleep
Night slowly as descend and take a leap
To cover the woods with a serene calm
The fairy as to the glow worms comes,
There she looks down on those lighted things
There she does more of wonders bring,
By her simple and candid state  so blessed
There in the woods she lighted forms does trace.
( the painting as attached upon which the poem is loosely based, was done by Edward Robert Hughes, 1908)