Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall,
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last,
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea,
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one;
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die,
From our happy home Through the world we roam
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn,
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun,
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair,
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell,
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight,
Jo never becomes a writer if she won't travel to New York. Why people who say they love Little Women, apparently haven't read the novel at all. Link to podcast in the bio. Thanks for all the support.
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall,
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last,
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea,
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one;
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die,
From our happy home Through the world we roam
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn,
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun,
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair,
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell,
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight,
Jo never becomes a writer if she won't travel to New York. Why people who say they love Little Women, apparently haven't read the novel at all. Link to podcast in the bio. Thanks for all the support.