名人诗歌|The Day is Done

THE DAY is done and the darkness

Falls from the wings of Night

As a feather is wafted^{1 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 longing²

That is not akin^{3 to pain}

And re百度竞价推广bles sorrow only

As the mist re百度竞价推广bles the rain.

Come read to me some poem

Some simple and heartfelt lay

That shall soothe^{4 this restless feeling}

And banish^{5 the thoughts of day.}

Not from the grand old masters

Not from the bards^{6 sublime7}

Whose distant footsteps echo

Through the corridors of Time.

For like strains of martial^{8 music}

Their mighty^{9 thoughts suggest}

Life's endless toil^{10 and endeavor；}

And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet

Whose songs gushed^{11 from his heart}

As showers from the clouds of summer

Or tears from the eyelids^{12 start；}

Who through long days of labor¹³

And nights devoid^{14 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 benediction¹⁵

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^{16 the day}

Shall fold their tents like the Arabs

And as silently steal away.