Afternoon In February

Afternoon In February by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead.   Through clouds like ashes The red sun flashes On village windows

A Day Of Sunshine

A Day Of Sunshine by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow     O gift of God! O perfect day: Whereon shall no man work, but play; Whereon it is enough for me, Not to be doing, but