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    What is your favorite poem by Longfellow?

    I LOVE Longfellow's poetry. It's dark, mystical, and sends shudders up and down my spine. My favorite is The Wreck of the Hesperus. The chilling mental image of a dead little girl tied to a mast makes it darkly amazing. So, what is your favorite poem by Longfellow?
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    One of my favorite poems by Longfellow is his poem called Nature.

    As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
    Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
    Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
    And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
    Still gazing at them through the open door,
    Nor wholly reassured and comforted
    By promises of others in their stead,
    Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
    So Nature deals with us, and takes away
    Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
    Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
    Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
    Being too full of sleep to understand
    How far the unknown transcends the what we know.


    It's just so cool....
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    Quote Originally Posted by Winterstorm View Post
    One of my favorite poems by Longfellow is his poem called Nature.

    As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
    Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
    Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
    And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
    Still gazing at them through the open door,
    Nor wholly reassured and comforted
    By promises of others in their stead,
    Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
    So Nature deals with us, and takes away
    Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
    Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
    Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
    Being too full of sleep to understand
    How far the unknown transcends the what we know.


    It's just so cool....
    Yes! I love this.
    You know when you think about writing a book, you think it is overwhelming. But, actually, you break it down into tiny little tasks any moron could do. - Annie Dillard

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    That is beautiful.

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