SHADOWS
Reading edition
Shadows, the pale grey wings of night, Sweep over the sky, And low in the west the lingering light Wanes—like a sigh From the fervent heart of the day Passing away: Then afar Shineth a star. Shadows, the pale grey wings of Death, Sweep over my heart; And far in the dark a voice calleth, "Come ye, depart." There lingers no light from the day Passing away, But afar Shineth a Star!