Saturday, August 16, 2014

The Day is Done

The day is done and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight. . . .

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day,
 Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.


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