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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

American poet, educator, linguist
Born: February 27, 1807, Portland, Maine
Died: March 24, 1882, Cambridge, Massachusetts

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 over 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 the strains of martial music
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And tonight, I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet
Whose songs gush'd 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 the power to quiet
The restless pulse of care
And come like a 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.

Written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow