Curfew

I.Solemnly, mournfully,Dealing its dole,The Curfew BellIs beginning to toll.Cover the embers,And put out the light;Toil comes with the morning,And rest with the night.Dark grow the windows,And quenched is the fire;Sound fades into silence,--All footsteps retire.No voice in the chambers,No sound in the hall!Sleep and oblivionReign over all!II.The book is completed,And closed, like the day;And the

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