May the delightful words of Longfellow inspire you today.
When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.
I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.
From the earth's loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold,
The drooping tree revives.
The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
The forest openings.
When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.
And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star.
Inverted in the tide
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
And see themselves below.
Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.
--Did You Know: In his senior year, Longfellow wrote to his father about his aspirations:
"I will not disguise it in the least... the fact is, I most eagerly aspire after future eminence in literature, my whole soul burns most ardently after it, and every earthly thought centres in it... I am almost confident in believing, that if I can ever rise in the world it must be by the exercise of my talents in the wide field of literature".
--Word of the Day: repine \rih-PINE\ , intransitive verb:
Meaning: 1. To feel or express discontent.
2. To long for something.
Example: Even Hancock, though he might regret the source of this sudden wealth, could not repine at its consequences.
(David Nokes, Jane Austen: A Life)
--Quote of the Day: It happened once that a youth and a maiden beheld each other in a public assembly for the first time…The youth gazed with great delight upon the beautiful face until he caught the maiden’s eye…The mysterious communication that is established across a house between two entire strangers, by this means moves all the springs of wonder.
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