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CURFEW,

1.

SOLEMNLY, mournfully,

Dealing its dole, The Curfew Bell

Is 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 oblivion

Reign over all!

11.

The book is completed,

And closed, like the day; And the hand that has written it

Lays it away.

Dim grow its fancies,

Forgotten they lie; Like coals in the ashes,

They darken and die.

Song sinks into silence,

The story is told, The windows are darkened,

The hearth-stone is cold.

Darker and darker

The black shadows fall; Sleep and oblivion

Reign over all.

THE SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE,

1850.

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