TravelswithCharie

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.    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:    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. For the rest of this lo...