Over the harvest-fields forsaken
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.Snow-Flakes, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We’re in the bicentenary year of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, best known now, perhaps, for his narrative poems–”Song of Hiawatha”, “Evangeline”, “Paul Revere’s Ride”–but no slouch in the lyric category, either. The Maine Historical Society (Longfellow was born in Portland) is sponsoring a Responding to Longfellow project if anyone is so moved to participate.




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