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My days are done, as the darkness

   drops from the wings of the night,

As a  feather is wafted downwards

   from the eagle in his flight.



Do you see the lights of my pyre

  as it gleams through the rain and the mist,

Do you feel the  saddness  coming over you,

  Do you feel that your soul can't resist?

  

But a  feeling of sadness and longing,

    is not equal to pain,

I resemble the sorrow only

   As the mist resembles the rain.

  

Come read to yourself some of my poems,

   For they are all my  heartfelt lay,

That shall soothe your restless feeling,

   And drive the thoughts away.





My distant footsteps shall echo

   Through your corridors of Time.

For life's endless toil and endeavor;

   And to-night I will have mine.

  

Or read the poem of my pensive mind,

   and the songs gushing  from my burning heart,

As showers from the clouds of summer,

   the  tears from the your eyelids will start.