CURFEW

I.

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!