Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
United States
27 Feb 1807 // 24 Mar 1882
Poet
27 Feb 1807 // 24 Mar 1882
Poet
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But oftentimes celestial benedictions
Assume this dark disguise.
Assume this dark disguise.
The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead.
And mournings for the dead.
What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers
May be heaven's distant lamps.
May be heaven's distant lamps.
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,
She lives whom we call dead.
She lives whom we call dead.
There is no death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.
There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there;
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.
But one dead lamb is there;
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.
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