Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

United States
27 Feb 1807 // 24 Mar 1882
Poet

If spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!


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