parts that I liked in the poem:

The day is done, and the darkness

Falls from the wings of Night,

As a feather is wafted downward

From an eagle in his flight.

A feeling of sadness and longing,

That is not akin to pain,

And resembles sorrow only

As the mist resembles the rain.

Then read from the treasured volume

The poem of thy choice,

And lend to the rhyme to the poet

The beauty of thy voice.