The Day is Done

Hi all!  I’m busy writing today but wanted to drop in for a quick blog.  I’m hoping to have news about the next three books in the Dark Protector Series soon–but these things can take some time.  So, how about I put up my favorite poem?  Yeah, I’ve never put up a poem before.  But I love this one, and it inspires me.  I took the picture one 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 tonight 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.

  —   by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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3 thoughts on “The Day is Done”

  1. Cathy M says:

    This is one of my favorite poems too, Rebecca. Something about it always grounds me.

  2. Lynn Rush says:

    VERY nice!!!! Can’t wait for some news…. 🙂 Write on, my friend!

  3. Ooo, I love that poem. Thanks for shareing it.