Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
Birds of PassageFlight the Fourth. Travels by the Fireside
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And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
Points to the misty main.
And to the fireside gleams,
To pleasant books that crowd my shelf,
And still more pleasant dreams.
Of lands beyond the sea,
And the bright days when I was young
Come thronging back to me.
The Alpine torrent’s roar,
The mule-bells on the hills of Spain,
The sea at Elsinore.
Rise from its groves of pine,
And towers of old cathedrals tall,
And castles by the Rhine.
Beneath centennial trees,
Through fields with poppies all on fire,
And gleams of distant seas.
No more I feel fatigue,
While journeying with another’s feet
O’er many a lengthening league.
And toil through various climes,
I turn the world round with my hand
Reading these poets’ rhymes.
Beneath each changing zone,
And see, when looking with their eyes,
Better than with mine own.