THE DAY IS DONE

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THE DAY IS DONE – 8 October 2007

A descendent of an old colonial family, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born February 27, 1807 in Portland, Maine. Both he and Nathaniel Hawthorne were alumni of Bowdoin College, having graduated the same year. Very popular during his lifetime, this “Poet of the Commonplace” and “The Children’s Poet” (He had six children of his own.) taught at Bowdoin and later at Harvard. He died on March 24, 1882.

The first stanza of “The Day Is Done” is often quoted. Here is the complete poem:

THE DAY IS DONE
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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.

A bit of humor: When I was in school, kids would say to each other “You’re a poet, your feet show it: they’re long fellows!” J

See also:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetrydir.html  
 


"Joyful Curmudgeon"
An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful.  At the same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true peace and compassion.

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