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Posts tagged “Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ships That Pass In The Night


“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,

Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness;

So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,

Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


“I look far out into the pregnant night,

Where I can hear a solemn booming gun

And catch the gleaming of a random light,

That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.”

Paul Laurence Dunbar


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Daylight and Moonlight by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


In broad daylight, and at noon,

Yesterday I saw the moon

Sailing high, but faint and white,

As a schoolboy’s paper kite.

In broad daylight, yesterday,

I read a poet’s mystic lay;

And it seemed to me at most

As a phantom, or a ghost.


But at length the feverish day

Like a passion died away,

And the night, serene and still,

Fell on village, vale, and hill.

Then the moon, in all her pride,

Like a spirit glorified,

Filled and overflowed the night

With revelations of her light.

And the Poet’s song again

Passed like music through my brain;

Night interpreted to me

All its grace and mystery.