Poem reading: The Cross of Snow

The Cross of Snow
by
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,

In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face--the face of one long dead--
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
Here in this room she died, and soul more white
Never through martyrdom of fire was led
To its repose; nor can in books be read
The legend of a life more benedight.
There is a mountain in the distant West
That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines
Displays a cross of snow upon its side.
Such is the cross I wear upon my breast
These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes
And seasons, changeless since the day she died.

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• 首先谢谢轻舟在美坛推荐此诗，大家周末愉快！ -yingyudidida- ♂ (0 bytes) () 10/21/2012 postreply 13:32:26

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• 谢谢聚大狭夸奖！ -yingyudidida- ♂ (0 bytes) () 10/21/2012 postreply 19:25:45

• 语调很棒！！砖渣见内。。 -beautifulwind- ♀ (1181 bytes) () 10/21/2012 postreply 19:23:02

• 谢谢美风大砖。 -yingyudidida- ♂ (0 bytes) () 10/21/2012 postreply 19:28:59