THE ANOTHER DAY IS DONE by: Aowenicles

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

I see the light of a village
Gleam through the rain and the mist
And a feeling of sadness come over me
That my soul cannot resist

A feeling of sadness and longing
That is not akin to pain
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain

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