The day is dead,
And evening trails her purple robes
In fading fires of red.
The day is dead.
And yonder lily welcomes sleep
And nods her weary head.
The day is dead,
And night droops low her sable plumes
To mourn the glory fled.
The Day Is Dead
Fannie Isabelle Sherrick
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Poem topics: night, purple, red, sleep, evening, head, mourn, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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