Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: To the Avon

In the Harbor, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To the Avon
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________________________________________________ To the Avon Flow on, sweet river! like his verse Who lies beneath this sculptured hearse Nor wait beside the churchyard wall For him who cannot hear thy call. Thy playmate once; I see him now A boy with sunshine on his brow, And hear in Stratford's quiet street The patter of his little feet. I see him by thy shallow edge Wading knee-deep amid the sedge; And lost in thought, as if thy stream Were the swift river of a dream. He wonders whitherward it flows; And fain would follow where it goes, To the wide world, that shall erelong Be filled with his melodious song. Flow on, fair stream! That dream is o'er; He stands upon another shore; A vaster river near him flows, And still he follows where it goes. Content of To the Avon [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: In the Harbor] Read next: President Garfield Read previous: Hermes Trismegistus Table of content of In the Harbor GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

In the Harbor, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow