Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Cross of Snow” 2015 by Grace28 Lyrics
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face - the face of one long dead-
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The nightlamp casts a halo of pale light.
Here in this room she died, and soul more white
Never through martyrdom of fire was led
To its repose; nor can in books be read
The legend of a life more benedight.
There is a mountain in the distant West
That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines
Displays a cross of snow upon its side.
Such is the cross I wear upon my breast
These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes
And seasons, changeless since the day she died.
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A gentle face - the face of one long dead-
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The nightlamp casts a halo of pale light.
Here in this room she died, and soul more white
Never through martyrdom of fire was led
To its repose; nor can in books be read
The legend of a life more benedight.
There is a mountain in the distant West
That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines
Displays a cross of snow upon its side.
Such is the cross I wear upon my breast
These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes
And seasons, changeless since the day she died.
Audio
Collages (Literal and Abstract)
Famous Quotations
Personal Reflection
Literary Criticism
Works Cited