Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THREE FRIENDS OF MINE: 5; SONNET, by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Poet's Biography First Line: The doors are all wide open; at the gate Last Line: And summer is not summer, nor can be. Variant Title(s): Felton And Sumner Subject(s): Cambridge, Massachusetts | ||||||||
The doors are all wide open; at the gate The blossomed lilacs counterfeit a blaze, And seem to warm the air; a dreamy haze Hangs o'er the Brighton meadows like a fate, And on their margin, with sea-tides elate, The flooded Charles, as in the happier days, Writes the last letter of his name, and stays His restless steps, as if compelled to wait. I also wait; but they will come no more, Those friends of mine, whose presence satisfied The thirst and hunger of my heart. Ah me! They have forgotten the pathway to my door! Something is gone from nature since they died, And summer is not summer, nor can be. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...ANIMAL, VEGETABLE AND MINERAL by LOUISE BOGAN BOSTON YEAR by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ST. JOHN'S, CAMBRIDGE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SPHINX AT MOUNT AUBURN by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES MEMORIAL HALL by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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