CURFEW

 I.


Solemnly, mournfully,
Dealing its dole,
The Curfew Bell
Is beginning to toll.


Cover the embers,
And put out the light;
Toil comes with the morning,
And rest with the night.


Dark grow the windows,
And quenched is the fire;
Sound fades into silence,--
All footsteps retire.


No voice in the chambers,
No sound in the hall!
Sleep and oblivion
Reign over all!

II.


The book is completed,
And closed, like the day;
And the hand that has written it
Lays it away.


Dim grow its fancies;
Forgotten they lie;
Like coals in the ashes,
They darken and die.


Song sinks into silence,
The story is told,
The windows are darkened,
The hearth-stone is cold.


Darker and darker
The black shadows fall;
Sleep and oblivion
Reign over all.

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