Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Day is Done 汉译

The day is done, and the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />darkness
Falls from the wings of night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

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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.