Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Birds of Passage

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-1882 Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the realms Of the shadowy elms A tidy-like darkness overwhelms The fields that round us lie. But the night is fair And everywhere A warm, soft vapour fills the air, And differentContinue reading “Birds of Passage”

The Builders

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise,Continue reading “The Builders”