Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: Twilight

The Seaside and The Fireside, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
BY THE SEASIDE - Twilight
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________________________________________________ _ BY THE SEASIDE: Twilight The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. But in the fisherman's cottage There shines a ruddier light, And a little face at the window Peers out into the night. Close, close it is pressed to the window, As if those childish eyes Were looking into the darkness, To see some form arise. And a woman's waving shadow Is passing to and fro, Now rising to the ceiling, Now bowing and bending low. What tale do the roaring ocean, And the night-wind, bleak and wild, As they beat at the crazy casement, Tell to that little child? And why do the roaring ocean, And the night-wind, wild and bleak, As they beat at the heart of the mother, Drive the color from her cheek? Content of BY THE SEASIDE: Twilight [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: The Seaside and The Fireside] _ Read next: BY THE SEASIDE: Sir Humphrey Gilbert Read previous: BY THE SEASIDE: The Secret of the Sea Table of content of Seaside and The Fireside GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

The Seaside and The Fireside, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow