Longfellow's Rose Garden
Longfellow! Longfellow! Past the roses the fading yellow lilies rainbow of border flowers along the brick path to your shrine... bust of cold stone face hewn out of kindness eyes closed, I trace its lines soft, sad eyes that knew a world of beauty and of care patrician nose heart full of poetry. As evening's light dissolves As swelling virgin moon ascends she bathes, crowns your head with stars. Your skull was full of flowers You were the West wind's friend You were the immense shadow of your tears. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow As the moon's silver arrows prick the linnet's wings honeysuckle lose themselves in their dreams I carry away your song. Longfellow Longfellow sweet Auburn's guest may Spring's smile the sweet breath of summer autum's sadness the soft deceitful snow --winter's gift bewitch your endless days as it did your eye.
|Published in The Longfellow Journal, Volume XI
© Walter Lincoln Howard
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