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! 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATION ON A JUNE EVENING by CONRAD AIKEN THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |