In the twilight's tender glow, A maiden stands, her heart aglow. Hair like the raven's wing at night, Eyes alight with stardust bright. She whispers secrets to the breeze, Among the whispering grass and trees. The fading sun kisses her face, In this serene, enchanting place. Stars above begin their show, Mirroring her inner glow. A song of evening's gentle hand, In the quiet of the land." This could be the chorus for an English song capturing the quiet beauty and reflective mood of the scene.