Explore "Curfew" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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!
II
The book is completed, / And closed, like the day; / And the hand that has written it / Lays it away.
Dim grow its fancies; / Forgotten they lie; / Like coals in the ashes, / They darken and die.
Song sinks into silence, / The story is told, / The windows are darkened, / The hearth-stone is cold.
Darker and darker / The black shadows fall; / Sleep and oblivion / Reign over all.