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.
Tag: music poetry beauty sadness longing rest
- Você nasceu em dia-de-sexta com os pés no sábado: quando está alegre por dentro é que está triste por fora...
Guimarães Rosa Joãoالنسيان خطًى يبلغ المرء فى نهايتها مشارف حبّ جديد
أحلام مستغانميTag: love sadness forgetting
لا بدّ لأحدهم أن يفطمك عن ماضيك و يشفيك من ادمانك لذكريات تنخر فى جسمك و تصيبك بترقّق الأحلام. النسيان هو الكالسيوم الوحيد الذى يقاوم هشاشة العاشق أمام الفراق
أحلام مستغانميTag: love sadness forgetting
That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
Tahereh MafiI know in a way I never knew before that there is nowhere for me to go, nothing for me to do, and no one for me to know. The voice in my head keeps reciting these old principles of mine. The voice is his voice, and the voice is also my voice. And there are other voices, voices I have never heard before, voices that seem to be either dead or dying in a great moonlit darkness. More than ever, some sort of new arrangement seems in order, some dramatic and unknown arrangement -- anything to find release from this heartbreaking sadness I suffer every minute of the day (and night), this killing sadness that feels as if it will never leave me no matter where I go or what I do or whom I may ever know.
Thomas LigottiTag: sadness loneliness
He gave everything to everybody. Except to me.
J.K. RowlingTag: sadness anger bitter after-death the-ones-we-leave-behind
Behind these eyes
there is a girl trapped within
her pain – a girl feeling all the emotions
of anger and sadness.
She’s fighting for a way out.” (In her eyes, p. 39)
Tag: sadness symbolism eyes broken
The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.
Tabitha SuzumaTag: pain beauty soul sadness depression
Los ojos se me llenaron de lágrimas. El dolor del duelo es como un invitado borracho, cuando parece que se ha marchado, vuelve a darte un último abrazo.
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