Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airs
Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;
And Night!-- sweet Night -- serenely wears
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
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Othere, the old sea-captain,
Who dwelt in Helgoland,
To King Alfred, the Lover of Truth,
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JANUARY

Janus am I; oldest of potentates;
Forward I look, and backward, and below
I count, as god of avenues and gates,
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See, the fire is sinking low,
Dusky red the embers glow,
While above them still I cower,
While a moment more I linger,
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How beautiful it was, that one bright day
In the long week of rain!
Though all its splendor could not chase away


The ...
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I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade
Thy western window, Chapel of St. John!
And hear its leaves repeat their benison
On him, whose hand thy stones memorial laid;
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Vogelweid the Minnesinger,
When he left this world of ours,
Laid his body in the cloister,
Under Wurtzburg's minster towers.
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How many lives, made beautiful and sweet
By self-devotion and by self-restraint,
Whose pleasure is to run without complaint
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Thou ancient oak! whose myriad leaves are loud
With sounds of unintelligible speech,
Sounds as of surges on a shingly beach,
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