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LONGFELLOW'S “BOOK OF SONNETS” |
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| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
140
LONGFELLOW'S “BOOK OF SONNETS”
'T was Sunday evening as I wandered downThe central highway of this swarming place,
And felt a pleasant stillness—not a trace
Of Saturday's harsh turmoil in the town;
Then as a gentle breeze just stirs a gown,
Yet almost motionless, or as the face
Of silence smiles, I heard the chimes of “Grace”
Sound murmuring through the autumn evening's brown.
To-day, again, I past along Broadway
In the fierce tumult and mid-noise of noon,
While 'neath my feet the solid pavement shook;
When lo! it seemed that bells began to play
Upon a Sabbath eve a silver tune—
For as I walked I read the poet's book.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||