Henry F. Chorley, The Long Day Closes
“ No star is o'er the lake, Its pale watch keeping, The moon is half awake, Through gray mists creeping, The last red leaves fall round The porch of roses, The clock hath ceased to sound, The long day closes. ”
Henry F. Chorley, The Long Day Closes
“ No star is o'er the lake, Its pale watch keeping, The moon is half awake, Through gray mists creeping, The last red leaves fall round The porch of roses, The clock hath ceased to sound, The long day closes. ”