Softly comes the sunset hour,
With its fading light;
Softly steals a sweet repose
O'er the coming night.
Softly do the happy birds
Evening notes repeat;
Softly, 'mid the leafy trees,
Sigh the zephyrs sweet.
Softly fades the dying Day
In the golden west;
Softly comes the silent Night
Like a dream of rest.
Softly as this sunset scene,
When I'm called away,
I would pass the Vale of Night
To the Gates of Day!
E. A. Barnes
For a while Frederic Chopin, the composer and pianist, wore a beard on only one side of his face. 'It does not matter,' he explained. 'My audience sees only my right side.'
