Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)
Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : 530 / 531
Woodstock Park
Here in a little rustic hermitage
Alfred the Saxon King, Alfred the Great,
Postponed the cares of king-craft to translate
The Consolations of the Roman sage.
Here Geoffrey Chaucer in his ripe old age
Wrote the unrivalled Tales, which soon or late
The venturous hand that strives to imitate
Vanquished must fall on the unfinished page.
Two kings were they, who ruled by right divine,
And both supreme; one in the realm of Truth,
One in the realm of Fiction and of Song.
What prince hereditary of their line,
Uprising in the strength and flush of youth,
Their glory shall inherit and prolong?
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : 530 / 531
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