After a good 2-mile walk, here's my reward. A blazing sunset which reminds me of my favorite poem,
The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Thank you Lord for the beauty that surrounds me.
Here are a few stanzas from the poem to whet your literary appetite:
| 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. | |
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| 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: | |
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| A feeling of sadness and longing, | |
| That is not akin to pain, | |
| And resembles sorrow only | |
As the mist resembles the rain
| Come, read to me some poem, | |
| Some simple and heartfelt lay, | |
| That shall soothe this restless feeling, | |
| And banish the thoughts of day. |
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For the rest of this lovely poem, here's the link:
http://www.bartleby.com/102/65.html.
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Image by Charie