 I hear the bells that even tide Peel slowly, one by one, Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud Bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite At song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The End of the Day by Duncan Campbell Scott I hear the bells that even tide Peel slowly, one by one, Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite At song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The End of the Day by Duncan Campbell Scott Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley I hear the bells that even tide Peel slowly, one by one, Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite At song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The End of the Day by Duncan Campbell Scott Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence I hear the bells that even tide Peel slowly, one by one, Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite At song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The End of the Day by Duncan Campbell Scott Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist I hear the bells that even tide Peel slowly, one by one, Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite At song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The End of the Day by Duncan Campbell Scott Read for LibriVox.org by Florence Short I hear the bells at even tide Peel slowly, one by one, Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite That song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The End of the Day by Duncan Campbell Scott Read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S I hear the bells at even tide Peel slowly, one by one, Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious sleep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite That song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The End of the Day by Duncan Campbell Scott Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett I hear the bells at even tide Peel slowly, one by one Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite That song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The End of the Day by Duncan Campbell Scott Read for LibriVox.org by Phil Shempf I hear the bells at even tide Peel slowly, one by one Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite That song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The End of the Day by Duncan Campbell Scott Read for LibriVox.org by Tavaresh I hear the bells at even tide Peel slowly, one by one Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite That song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain Chico California, February 2020 I hear the bells at even tide Peel slowly, one by one Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite That song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The end of the day by Denkin Campbell Scott Read for LibriVox.org by V. M. Nielsen I hear the bells at even tide Peel slowly, one by one Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite That song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain The end of the day by Denkin Campbell Scott Read for LibriVox.org by Zana I hear the bells at even tide Peel slowly, one by one Near and far off they break and glide Across the steam float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of hull The day is done, done, done The day is done The dew has gathered in the flowers Like tears from some unconscious deep The swallows whirl around the towers The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars And leaves the single stars Tis time for sleep, sleep, sleep Tis time for sleep The hermitthrush begins again Timorous eromite That song of risen tears and pain As if the one he loved was far away Alas another day And now good night, good night, good night End of poem This recording is in a public domain