
As darkness falls, the speaker sees village lights through rain and mist and feels sadness and longing. Seeking rest from the day's cares, the speaker asks someone to read aloud a heartfelt poem by a humbler poet, preferring its comfort to the grand masters' reminders of toil. The speaker anticipates that the reading will quiet these cares.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Metapoetry · 392 words
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.
I see the lights of the village / Gleam through the rain and the mist, / And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me / That my soul cannot resist:
evening · sadness · longing · reading aloud · consolation · rest
The Day is Done is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, dated Date unknown.
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