Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passedA youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device,
His brow was sad; his eye beneath,

This is the place
Stand still, my steed,  Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past  The forms that once have been
The Past and Present here unite  Beneath Time's flowing tide,

An old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer
He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in lea...

The holiest of all holidays are
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;—The happy days unclouded to their close;

We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold, An easy entrance, night and day
Not far away we saw the port, The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, The lighthouse, the dismantled...

"Build me straight,
O worthy Master
Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle
" The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work,...

The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told
The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep; It is midsummer, but t...