{"id":8287,"date":"2022-06-16T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-06-16T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8287"},"modified":"2022-06-16T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-06-16T05:00:00","slug":"the-day-is-done","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-day-is-done\/","title":{"rendered":"The Day is Done"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn91064011\/1914-06-16\/ed-1\/seq-10\/\">Newark Evening Star, June 16, 1914<\/a>. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The day is done, and the darkness<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Falls from the wings of Night,<br>As a feather is wafted downward<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From an eagle\u2019s flight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I see the lights of the village<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Gleam through the rain and the mist,<br>And a feeling of sadness comes o&#8217;er me<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That my soul cannot resist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A feeling of sadness and longing,<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That is not akin to pain,<br>And resembles sorrow only<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As the mist resembles the rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Come, read to me some poem,<br> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Some simple and heartfelt lay,<br>That shall soothe this restless feeling,<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And banish the thoughts of day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Not from the grand old masters,<br> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Not from the bards sublime,<br>Whose distant footsteps echo<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Through the corridors of Time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For, like strains of martial music,<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Their mighty thoughts suggest<br>Life&#8217;s endless toil and endeavor;<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And tonight I long to rest. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Read from some humble poet,<br> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Whose songs gushed from his heart,<br>As showers from the clouds of summer,<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or tears from the eyelids start.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Who, through long days of labor,<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And nights devoid of ease,<br>Still heard in his soul the music<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of wonderful melodies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Such songs have power to quiet<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The restless pulse of care,<br>And come like the benediction<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That follows after prayer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then read from the treasured volume<br> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The poem of thy choice,<br>And lend to the rhymes of the poet<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The beauty of thy voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And the night shall be filled with music,<br> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And the cares, that infest the day,<br>Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,<br> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And as silently steal away. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Newark Evening Star, June 16, 1914. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The day is done, and the darkness&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Falls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downward&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From an eagle\u2019s flight. I see the lights of the village\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Gleam through the rain and the mist,And a feeling of sadness comes o&#8217;er me\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That my soul cannot [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[35,3],"tags":[164],"class_list":["post-8287","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newark-evening-star","category-newspapers","tag-henry-wadsworth-longfellow"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8287","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8287"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8287\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8287"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8287"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8287"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}