Afternoon in February

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Title:     Afternoon in February
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [More Titles by 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
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.

-THE END-
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem/song: Afternoon in February

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