Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
In the Harbor — The Poet's Calendar
(1882)
“ Fly the white clouds like tattered sails of ships; The tree-tops lash the air with sounding whips; Southward the clamorous sea-fowl wing their flight; The hedges are all red with haws and hips, The Hunter's Moon reigns empress of the night. ”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
In the Harbor — The Poet's Calendar
(1882)
“ The years that through my portals come and go. I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow; I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men. ”
