A lovely morning, without the glare of the sun, the sea in great commotion, chafing and foaming.

So from the bosom of darkness our days come roaring and gleaming,
Chafe and break into foam, sink into darkness again.
But on the shores of Time each leaves some trace of its passage,
Though the succeeding wave washes it out from the sand.

(C) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
07/02/2019


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