Classic Poem

A THOUGHT of far-off, unknown lands,
That soon the soul shall view;
A listless folding of the hands
That have no more to do—

A sigh for half-remembered dreams,
The breath of faded skies,
The picture of some face that gleams
Before the closing eyes.

A hush, a silence, that is all—
A closing of the day—
The shadows and the darkness fall,
And we have passed away.