Afternoon In February Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Afternoon In February

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nigha 14 February 2019

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Ratnakar Mandlik 27 February 2017

Excellent portrayal of nature's manifestations during an afternoon in February. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Susan Williams 27 February 2017

Nothing like curling up with a poem by the Master. He has much to teach us about the art of writing.

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M Asim Nehal 27 February 2017

Fantastic Poem, It's feb ending now and I feel the same.

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* Sunprincess * 14 March 2014

Through clouds like ashes The red sun flashes On village windows That glimmer red ............like this poem very much....excellent write..

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