Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: The Dead [Translations]

Translations by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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________________________________________________ The Dead BY ERNST STOCKMANN How they so softly rest, All they the holy ones, Unto whose dwelling-place Now doth my soul draw near! How they so softly rest, All in their silent graves, Deep to corruption Slowly don-sinking! And they no longer weep, Here, where complaint is still! And they no longer feel, Here, where all gladness flies! And, by the cypresses Softly o'ershadowed Until the Angel Calls them, they slumber! Content: From the German: The Dead [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem Translations] Read next: From the German#Poems#The Bird and the Ship Read previous: From the German#Poems#The Wave Table of content of Translations GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Translations by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow