Sunrise On The Hills

Sunrise On The Hills by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   I stood upon the hills, when heaven’s wide arch Was glorious with the sun’s returning march, And woods were brightened, and soft gales Went forth to

Songo River

Songo River by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow     Nowhere such a devious stream, Save in fancy or in dream, Winding slow through bush and brake Links together lake and lake.   Walled with woods or

Seaweed

Seaweed by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, Laden with seaweed from the rocks:   From Bermuda’s