A Bringer of New Things

I want to read and learn all I can, write thoughtfully and truthfully, live according to reason and ever more mature wisdom, and savor every wonderful little gift of life.

Night

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Into the darkness and the hush of night
    Slowly the landscape sinks, and fades away,
    And with it fade the phantoms of the day,
    The ghosts of men and things, that haunt the light,
The crowd, the clamor, the pursuit, the flight,
    The unprofitable splendor and display,
    The agitations, and the cares that prey
    Upon our hearts, all vanish out of sight.
The better life begins; the world no more
    Molests us; all its records we erase
    From the dull commonplace book of our lives,
That like a palimpsest is written o’er
    With trivial incidents of time and place,
    And lo! the ideal, hidden beneath, revives.

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See my full post about this poem here: “Great Poems: ‘Night’ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

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