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Afternoon In FebruaryDiscuss Afternoon In February at the English Poetry; The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead. ... |
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02-11-2005, 04:01 AM
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Afternoon In February
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 That glimmer red. The snow recommences; The buried fences Mark no longer The road o'er the plain; While through the meadows, Like fearful shadows, Slowly passes A funeral train. The bell is pealing, And every feeling Within me responds To the dismal knell; Shadows are trailing, My heart is bewailing And tolling within Like a funeral bell. Afternoon In February by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) 
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