THE CHIME of a bell of gold <br /> That flutters across the air, <br />The sound of a singing of old, <br />The end of a tale that is told, <br /> Of a melody strange and fair, <br /> of a joy that has grown despair: <br /> <br />For the things that have been for me <br /> I shall never have them again; <br />The skies and the purple sea, <br />And day like a melody, <br /> And night like a silver rain <br /> Of stars on forest and plain. <br /> <br />They are shut, the gates of the day; <br /> The night has fallen on me: <br />My life is a lightless way; <br />I sing yet, while as I may! <br /> Some day I shall cease, maybe: <br /> I shall live on yet, you will see.<br /><br />John Howard Payne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-s-end/
