For those who know
the battle within
And can still see a way clear
Longfellow tarries to hold the tide
Of a friend that is so dear
Does he speak of lofty things
Or is it of one who's died
This mix of thought stirs up in me
My own lovers tide
Were I once flew like the eagle
To his nest on high
But no it's higher still than that
Alas it must be of the other side
Back tracks of the heart it seems
Were once Longfellow did reside
His horse does play a vital role
As he scans the country side
The yesterdays came flooding back
A sunshine mist they must have shared
As they walked along life's way
God's greater hand did place in him
this memory of the pen
Forever stirring up the heart
to try love once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is there as it is, we are to catch love at everytime..