Circulating Light

Darkness comes early, comes early to the hills Soon she is here Covering mountains and loosening winds Filling her sphere In dark, shallow water a beacon shines Circulating her light Guiding the ships, safely over the waters Leading them through the night Evening comes early, comes early to our town Working men stay Bending their necks over oars as they frown Little girls pray In dark... Night comes early, comes early to our home Rests in a nook Sits at the bedside, no want to roam Closing her book In dark...