Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Footsteps Of Angels - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
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  • Sonali Ganguly (6/17/2017 5:33:00 AM)

    beautifully expressed (Report) Reply

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  • Adolphus Moses (9/12/2016 7:25:00 PM)

    All my fears are laid aside... great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Igwilo Vincent Somto (3/23/2016 8:23:00 AM)

    wonderful poem (Report) Reply

  • (3/13/2016 1:36:00 PM)

    In the end - the best that can be said, is we are left with the memory of what was. (Report) Reply

  • Jane Urhobocha Ejobofor (3/6/2016 11:56:00 AM)

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    When the hours of Day are numbered,
    And the voices of the Night
    Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
    To a holy, calm delight;

    Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
    And, like phantoms grim and tall,
    Shadows from the fitful firelight
    Dance upon the parlor wall;

    Then the forms of the departed
    Enter at the open door;
    The beloved, the true-hearted,
    Come to visit me once more;

    He, the young and strong, who cherished
    Noble longings for the strife,
    By the roadside fell and perished,
    Weary with the march of life!

    They, the holy ones and weakly,
    Who the cross of suffering bore,
    Folded their pale hands so meekly,
    Spake with us on earth no more! .. Beautifully penned!
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  • (2/10/2016 7:30:00 PM)

    ........though hauntingly beautiful this poem has a peaceful feel ★ (Report) Reply

  • Seema Jayaraman (10/9/2015 2:59:00 AM)

    I see signs of Angels everywhere these days... in the colors of the flowers, a tiny feather floating by.. thanks for sharing.. (Report) Reply

  • Alafe Ramat (9/17/2015 7:24:00 AM)

    wonderfully written, .. a great read (Report) Reply

  • (6/23/2015 10:39:00 AM)

    Fantastic poet. All his poems are fantastic. (Report) Reply

  • (9/19/2014 8:40:00 PM)

    Love this poem with all its tenderness. (Report) Reply

  • (9/19/2013 12:36:00 PM)

    Good imagination and rhythm (Report) Reply

  • Macanthony Chijioke Nwatu (9/19/2013 5:31:00 AM)

    Wonderful imagery; well done sir! (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu (9/19/2013 3:52:00 AM)

    Very spiritual and inspiring poem. (Report) Reply

  • Okoronkwo Jackson Jonathan (9/20/2012 12:31:00 AM)

    Shall I not say that truly this is a hand of professionality. (Report) Reply

  • (9/19/2012 5:11:00 PM)

    Extraordinary poem -just what we expect from our friend Mr. Longfellow. (Report) Reply

  • (9/19/2012 4:13:00 AM)

    With a slow and noiseless footstep
    Comes that messenger divine,
    Takes the vacant chair beside me,
    Lays her gentle hand in mine.
    Intensifying. I really love this piece. great piece
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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (9/19/2012 2:24:00 AM)

    And she sits and gazes at me
    With those deep and tender eyes,
    Like the stars, so still and saint-like,
    Looking downward from the skies.

    Human could never go beyond this looking of mother nature. Here poet personify the nature with her eyes. Great piece..............................................................Pranab k c
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  • J Pe (9/19/2011 5:01:00 PM)

    I love it much. The poet is the product of his poetry. great. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (9/19/2011 3:42:00 AM)

    Departed souls and angel give company to lonely souls in silent hours of night and that is wonderfully depicted in this poem to give confidence to readers of such predicament in real life! Really a beautiful and worthy poem to read to get the inspiration one needs when one is totally out of tune in this world on certain times! (Report) Reply

  • Ravi A (9/19/2009 1:48:00 PM)

    'Uttered not, yet comprehended,
    Is the spirit's voiceless prayer,
    Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,
    Breathing from her lips of air.'..... The spirit's voiceless prayer. The poem tells everything through this single line. Yes, our beloved departed souls do bless us from the heavens through their voiceless prayers. This prayer is enough for us to lead a peaceful, prosperous life. I can really count on my life after the passing away of my father back in 2002. I know how his blessings are guiding my life now. I can very well understand the essence of the poem based on my personal experience.
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