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Voices Of The Night Part 3
>> Henry Wadsworth Longfellow <<
And ever whispered, mild and low, 'Come, be a child once more!' And waved their long arms to and fro, And beckoned solemnly and slow; O, I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar;
Into the blithe and breathing air, Into the solemn wood. Solemn and silent everywhere! Nature with folded hands seemed there, Kneeling at her evening prayer! Like one in prayer I stood.
Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines; Abroad their fan-like branches grew, And, where the sunshine darted throught Spread a vapor soft and blue, In long and sloping lines.
And, falling on my weary brain, Like a fast-falling shower, The dreams of youth came back again, Low lispings of the summer rain, Dropping on the ripened grain, As once upon the flower.
Visions of childhood! Stay, O stay! Ye were so sweet and wild! And distant voices seemed to say, 'It cannot be! They pass away! Other themes demand thy lay; Thou art no more a child!
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