Read A DIRGE. of Poems, free online book, by Walter R. Cassels, on ReadCentral.com.

Winds are sighing round the drooping eaves;
Sadly float the midnight hours away;
Dun and grey athwart the ivy-leaves,
Fall the first pale chilly tints of day,
Ah me! the weary, weary tints of day.

Soon the darkness will be past and gone;
Soon the silence spread its noiseless wing;
Sleep will strike its tent and hurry on;
Life commence its weary wandering,
Ah me! its weary, weary wandering.

Not the sighing of my lonely heart,
Not the heavy grief-clouds hanging o’er,
Not its silence can with night depart:
Gloom hangs o’er it ever, evermore,
Ah me! darkness ever, evermore.