Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem/sonnet: The Cross of Snow

Birds of Passage by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A BOOK OF SONNETS - The Cross of Snow
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The Cross of Snow In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face--the face of one long dead-- Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light. Here in this room she died; and soul more white Never through martyrdom of fire was led To its repose; nor can in books be read The legend of a life more benedight. There is a mountain in the distant West That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines Displays a cross of snow upon its side. Such is the cross I wear upon my breast These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes And seasons, changeless since the day she died. Content of A BOOK OF SONNETS: The Cross of Snow [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: Birds of Passage] Read next: FLIGHT THE FOURTH#Charles Sumner Read previous: A BOOK OF SONNETS#The Broken Oar Table of content of Birds of Passage GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Birds of Passage by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow