Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
TranslationsFrom the French. Will ever the dear days come back again?
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Those days of June, when lilacs were in bloom,
And bluebirds sang their sonnets in the gloom
Of leaves that roofed them in from sun or rain?
I know not; but a presence will remain
Forever and forever in this room,
Formless, diffused in air; like a perfume,—
A phantom of the heart, and not the brain.
Delicious days! when every spoken word
Was like a footfall nearer and more near,
And a mysterious knocking at the gate
Of the heart’s secret places, and we heard
In the sweet tumult of delight and fear
A voice that whispered, “Open, I cannot wait!”