Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

Sadly as some old mediaeval knight
Gazed at the arms he could no longer wield,
The sword two-handed and the shining shield
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In those days the Evil Spirits,
All the Manitos of mischief,
Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom,
And his love for Chibiabos,
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Labor with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun.
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Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee,
With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles,
Thou gazest at the painted tiles,
Whose figures grace,
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When descends on the Atlantic
The gigantic
Storm-wind of the equinox,
Landword in his wrath he scourges
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Out of childhood into manhood
Now had grown my Hiawatha,
Skilled in all the craft of hunters,
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A vision as of crowded city streets,
With human life in endless overflow;
Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow
To battle; clamor, in obscure retreats,
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In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face -- the face of one long dead --
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
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O sweet illusions of song
That tempt me everywhere,
In the lonely fields, and the throng
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She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,
In valleys green and cool;
And all her hope and all her pride
Are in the village school.
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