Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is thy remembrance. Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling; it is best.

(C) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
03/31/2017


Best Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Excelsior
• Aftermath
• To The River Rhone
• The Builders
• Il Ponte Vecchio Di Firenze
• The Ladder Of St. Augustine
• A Fragment
• The Wreck Of The Hesperus
• By The Seaside : Twilight
• In The Harbour: Auf Wiedersehen
• Hiawathas Fishing
• Changed
• Dirge Over A Nameless Grave
• The Bridge
• The Old Clock On The Stairs
• The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls
• Hiawathas Friends
• The Demoniac Of Gadara
• The Meeting
• Hiawathas Sailing
• Hiawathas Hunting