Poems you ought to know . (cOPYRIAHT BY CHARUCS SCRISNER-S SONS.) 54. THE BRIDGE. BY HENEY WADSWOETH LONGFELLOW. The poems of this well-loved poet are the stepping stones by whichevery American child ascends to the realm of poetry. I Stood on the bridge at midnight,As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose oer the cityBehind the dark church tower. I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me,Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in JuneThe blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon. Among the
Poems you ought to know . (cOPYRIAHT BY CHARUCS SCRISNER-S SONS.) 54. THE BRIDGE. BY HENEY WADSWOETH LONGFELLOW. The poems of this well-loved poet are the stepping stones by whichevery American child ascends to the realm of poetry. I Stood on the bridge at midnight,As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose oer the cityBehind the dark church tower. I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me,Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in JuneThe blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon. Among the long, black rafters The wavering shadows lay,And the current that came from the ocean Seemed to lift and bear them away; As, sweeping and eddying through them, Rose the belated tide,And, streaming into the moonlight. The seaweed floated wide. 55 And like those waters rushing Among the wooden piers,A flood of thoughts came oer me That filled my eyes with tears. How often, O, how often,In the days that had gone by, I had stood on that bridge at midnightAnd gazed on t
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