Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Summer
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“Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.”
“That beautiful season the Summer of All-Saints! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.”
“O summer day beside the joyous sea! O summer day so wonderful and white, So full of gladness and so full of pain! Forever and forever shalt thou be To some the gravestone of a dead delight, To some the landmark of a new domain.”