The day is done -- the winter sun Is setting in its sullen sky And drear the course that [h]as been run And dim the hearts that slowly die No star will light my coming night No morn of hope for me will shine I mourn not heaven would blast my sight And I never longed for [ways] divine Through Life['s] hard Task I did not ask Celestial aid celestial cheer I saw my fate [without its] mask And met it too without a tear The grief that pressed this [living] breast Was heavier far than earth can be And who would dread eternal rest When labour's hire was agony Dark falls the fear of this despair On spirits born for happiness But I was bred the mate of care The foster child of [sore] distress No sighs for me, no sympathy, No wish to keep my soul below The heart is dead since infancy Unwept for let the body go | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 3. HER WORDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON THE RUINS OF A COUNTRY INN by PHILIP FRENEAU COLUMBUS by EDWARD EVERETT HALE SEVEN TIMES FOUR [ - MATERNITY] by JEAN INGELOW |