The Day is Done Lumsk

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 thе thoughts of day

Not from the grand old masters
Not from the bards sublimе
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