Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)
Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : 12 / 531
Afternoon in February
The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.
Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.
The snow recommences;
The buried fences
Mark no longer
The road o'er the plain;
While through the meadows,
Like fearful shadows,
Slowly passes
A funeral train.
The bell is pealing,
And every feeling
Within me responds
To the dismal knell;
Shadows are trailing,
My heart is bewailing
And tolling within
Like a funeral bell.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
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Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : 12 / 531
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