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!
LONGFELLOW.