How they so softly rest,
All they the holy ones,
Unto whose dwelling-place
Now doth my soul draw near!
How they so softly rest,
All in their silent graves,
Deep to corruption
Slowly don-sinking!

And they no longer weep,
Here, where complaint is still!
And they no longer feel,
Here, where all gladness flies!
And, by the cypresses
Softly o'ershadowed
Until the Angel
Calls them, they slumber!

(C) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
04/04/2015


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