Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: The Open Window

The Seaside and The Fireside, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
BY THE FIRESIDE - The Open Window
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________________________________________________ _ The Open Window The old house by the lindens Stood silent in the shade, And on the gravelled pathway The light and shadow played. I saw the nursery windows Wide open to the air; But the faces of the children, They were no longer there. The large Newfoundland house-dog Was standing by the door; He looked for his little playmates, Who would return no more. They walked not under the lindens, They played not in the hall; But shadow, and silence, and sadness Were hanging over all. The birds sang in the branches, With sweet, familiar tone; But the voices of the children Will be heard in dreams alone! And the boy that walked beside me, He could not understand Why closer in mine, ah! closer, I pressed his warm, soft hand! Content of BY THE FIRESIDE: The Open Window [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: The Seaside and The Fireside] _ Read next: BY THE FIRESIDE: King Witlaf's Drinking-Horn Read previous: BY THE FIRESIDE: Sand of the Desert In an Hour-Glass 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