THE END OF THE DAY
I HEAR the bells at eventidePeal slowly one by one,Near and far off they break and glide;Across the stream float faintly beautifulThe antiphonal bells of Hull;The day is done, done, done,The day is done.The dew has gathered in the flowers,Like tears from some unconscious deep:The swallows whirl around the towers,The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars,And leaves the single stars;'Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep,'Tis time for sleep.The hermit thrush begins again,—Timorous eremite—That song of risen tears and pain,As if the one he loved was far away:'Alas! another day—''And now Good Night, Good Night,''Good Night.'
I HEAR the bells at eventidePeal slowly one by one,Near and far off they break and glide;Across the stream float faintly beautifulThe antiphonal bells of Hull;The day is done, done, done,The day is done.The dew has gathered in the flowers,Like tears from some unconscious deep:The swallows whirl around the towers,The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars,And leaves the single stars;'Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep,'Tis time for sleep.The hermit thrush begins again,—Timorous eremite—That song of risen tears and pain,As if the one he loved was far away:'Alas! another day—''And now Good Night, Good Night,''Good Night.'
I HEAR the bells at eventidePeal slowly one by one,Near and far off they break and glide;Across the stream float faintly beautifulThe antiphonal bells of Hull;The day is done, done, done,The day is done.
I HEAR the bells at eventide
Peal slowly one by one,
Near and far off they break and glide;
Across the stream float faintly beautiful
The antiphonal bells of Hull;
The day is done, done, done,
The day is done.
The dew has gathered in the flowers,Like tears from some unconscious deep:The swallows whirl around the towers,The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars,And leaves the single stars;'Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep,'Tis time for sleep.
The dew has gathered in the flowers,
Like tears from some unconscious deep:
The swallows whirl around the towers,
The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars,
And leaves the single stars;
'Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep,
'Tis time for sleep.
The hermit thrush begins again,—Timorous eremite—That song of risen tears and pain,As if the one he loved was far away:'Alas! another day—''And now Good Night, Good Night,''Good Night.'
The hermit thrush begins again,—
Timorous eremite—
That song of risen tears and pain,
As if the one he loved was far away:
'Alas! another day—'
'And now Good Night, Good Night,'
'Good Night.'