Explore "The Day is Done" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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: