Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

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Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : 12 / 529

Afternoon In February - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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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

Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : 12 / 529

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Ratnakar Mandlik (2/27/2017 10:42:00 PM)
Excellent portrayal of nature's manifestations during an afternoon in February. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply
Susan Williams (2/27/2017 4:26:00 PM)
Nothing like curling up with a poem by the Master. He has much to teach us about the art of writing. (Report) Reply
Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/27/2017 11:46:00 AM)
Fantastic Poem, It's feb ending now and I feel the same. (Report) Reply
* Sunprincess * (3/14/2014 10:01:00 PM)
Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red

............like this poem very much....excellent write.. (Report) Reply