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Henry W. Longfellow

Henry W. Longfellow

Song of the Silent Land. (From the German of Salis)

Into the Silent Land!
Ah! who shall lead us thither?
Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,
And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand.
Who leads us with a gentle hand
Thither, O thither,
Into the Silent Land?
 
Into the Silent Land!
To you, ye boundless regions
Of all perfection! Tender morning-visions
Of beauteous souls! The Future’s pledge and band!
Who in Life’s battle firm doth stand,
Shall bear Hope’s tender blossoms
Into the Silent Land!
 
O Land! O Land!
For all the broken-hearted
The mildest herald by our faith allotted,
Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand
To lead us with a gentle hand
Into the land of the great Departed,
Into the Silent Land!

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Other works by Henry W. Longfellow...
The Image of God (From the Spanish of Francisco De Aldana)

O Lord! who seest, from yon starr… Centred in one the future and the… Fashioned in thine own image, see The world obscures in me what once… Eternal Sun! the warmth which tho…
The Day is Done

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village
The Belfry of Bruges

In the market—place of Bruges sta… Thrice consumed and thrice rebuild… town. As the summer morn was breaking, o… And the world threw off the darkne…
Amalfi. (Birds of Passage. Flight the Fourth)

Sweet the memory is to me Of a land beyond the sea, Where the waves and mountains meet… Where amid her mulberry-trees Sits Amalfi in the heat,
Children

Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed m… Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows,
Tales of a Wayside Inn: Part 1. the Musician’s Tale; the Saga of King Olaf XVII.

Loudly the sailors cheered Svend of the Forked Beard, As with his fleet he steered Southward to Vendland; Where with their courses hauled
The Black Knight. (From the German of Uhland)

'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gl… When woods and fields put off all… Thus began the King and spake: So from the halls Of ancient Hofburgh’s walls,
By the Fireside : Tegner's Death (Tegner's Drapa)

I heard a voice, that cried, ‘Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!’ And through the misty air Passed like the mournful cry
St. John’s, Cambridge

I stand beneath the tree, whose br… Thy western window, Chapel of St.… And hear its leaves repeat their b… On him, whose hand thy stones memo… Then I remember one of whom was s…
Evangeline: Part the Second. III.

NEAR to the bank of the river, o… Garlands of Spanish moss and of m… Such as the Druids cut down with… Stood, secluded and still, the hou… Girdled it round about with a belt…
Coplas De Manrique

O let the soul her slumbers break, Let thought be quickened, and awak… Awake to see How soon this life is past and gon… And death comes softly stealing on…
The Emperor’s Glove. (Birds of Passage. Flight the Fifth)

On St. Bavon’s tower, commanding Half of Flanders, his domain, Charles the Emperor once was stan… While beneath him on the landing Stood Duke Alva and his train.
Tales of a Wayside Inn: Part 1. Prelude; the Wayside Inn

One Autumn night, in Sudbury town… Across the meadows bare and brown, The windows of the wayside inn Gleamed red with fire-light throug… Of woodbine, hanging from the eave…
By the Fireside: Tegner’s Death (Tegner’s Drapa)

I heard a voice, that cried, ‘Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!’ And through the misty air Passed like the mournful cry
The Children's Hour

Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to low… Comes a pause in the day’s occupat… That is known as the Children’s H… I hear in the chamber above me



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