Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems
|521.||Vox Populi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)||3/30/2010|
|522.||Walter Von Der Vogel Weid||12/31/2002|
|523.||Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe)||3/30/2010|
|525.||Weariness. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)||3/30/2010|
|526.||Whither? (From The German Of Müller)||3/30/2010|
|527.||Woods In Winter||12/31/2002|
|529.||Youth And Age. (Sonnet Iii.)||3/30/2010|
A Psalm Of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the ...
My Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."