Lyrics The Long Day Closes - Tenebrae, Arthur Sullivan, Gabriel Crouch

The Long Day Closes

No star is o’er the lake
Its pale watch keeping
The moon is half awake
Through gray mist creeping
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses
The clock hath ceased to sound
The long day closes
Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour
To count the sounds of mirth
Now dumb for ever
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves
The long day closes
The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read
The long day closes