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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Wings of Night



The Day Is Done


THE DAY is done and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night 
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village 
Gleam through the rain and the mist 
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing 
That is not akin to pain 
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come read to me some poem 
Some simple and heartfelt lay 
That shall soothe this restless feeling 
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters 
Not from the bards sublime 
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For like strains of martial music 
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet 
Whose songs gushed from his heart 
As showers from the clouds of summer 
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who through long days of labor 
And nights devoid of ease 
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care 
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice 
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music 
And the cares that infest the day 
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs 
And as silently steal away.


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