Lines

Joseph Rodman Drake

Day gradual fades, in evening gray,
Its last faint beam hath fled,
And sinks the sun’s declining ray
In ocean’s wavy bed.
So o’er the loves and joys of youth
Thy waves, Indifference, roll;
So mantles round our days of truth
That death-pool of the soul.

Spreads o’er the heavens the shadowy night
Her dim and shapeless form,
So human pleasures, frail and light,
Are lost in passion’s storm.
So fades the sunshine of the breast,
So passion’s dreamings fall,
So friendship’s fervours sink to rest,
Oblivion shrouds them all.

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