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|Banishing Cares of the Day
|The photos on this page were taken on the Greek island of Santorini.
|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 cares of the day.
|Read from a humble poet, whose songs gushed from his heart,
As rain 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.
|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.
|-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Day is Done"