I. Solemnly, Mournfully, Dealing Its Dole, The Curfew Bell Is Beginning To Toll. Cover The Embers, And Put Out The Light; Toil Comes With The Morning, And Rest With The Night. Dark Grow The Windows, And Quenched Is The Fire; Sound Fades Into Silence,-- All Footsteps Retire. No Voice In The Chambers, No Sound In The Hall! Sleep And Oblivion Reign Over All! Ii. The Book Is Completed, And Closed, Like The Day; And The Hand That Has Written It Lays It Away. Dim Grow Its Fancies; Forgotten They Lie; Like Coals In The Ashes, They Darken And Die. Song Sinks Into Silence, The Story Is Told, The Windows Are Darkened, The Hearth-Stone Is Cold. Darker And Darker The Black Shadows Fall; Sleep And Oblivion Reign Over All.