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We learn many things in life, from a range of different people and random events, and the course of our life.

It is always interesting to remember how things used to be, but much more hazardous to attempt to anticipate the future.

Yet poets and musicians did just that. Our loving animal companions help us on our road to a fireplace that we call " home. " 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline. He was the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy and was one of the Fireside Poets from New England. Longfellow wrote many lyric poems known for their musicality and often presenting stories of mythology and legend. He became the most popular American poet of his day and had success overseas.

Here is my reading of his poem " The Day is Done ". 

The Day Is Done

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1807-1882

 

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.

 

Not from the grand old masters,

   Not from the bards sublime,

Whose distant footsteps echo

   Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,

   Their mighty thoughts suggest

Life's endless toil and endeavor;

   And to-night I long for rest.

 

 

Read from some humbler poet,

   Whose songs gushed from his heart,

As showers from the clouds of summer,

   Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,

   And nights devoid of ease,

Still heard in his soul the music

   Of wonderful melodies.

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Such songs have power to quiet

   The restless pulse of care,

And come like the benediction

   That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume

   The poem of thy choice,

And lend to the rhyme of the poet

   The beauty of thy voice.

 

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.

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