Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: Something left Undone

Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FLIGHT THE SECOND - Something left Undone
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Something left Undone Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun. By the bedside, on the stair, At the threshold, near the gates, With its menace or its prayer, Like a mendicant it waits; Waits, and will not go away; Waits, and will not be gainsaid; By the cares of yesterday Each to-day is heavier made; Till at length the burden seems Greater than our strength can bear, Heavy as the weight of dreams, Pressing on us everywhere. And we stand from day to day, Like the dwarfs of times gone by, Who, as Northern legends say, On their shoulders held the sky. Content of FLIGHT THE SECOND: Something left Undone [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poems: Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second)] Read next: FLIGHT THE SECOND#Weariness Read previous: FLIGHT THE SECOND#A Day of Sunshine Table of content of Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second) GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow