LONGFELLOW IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY

by: Edgar Fawcett (1847-1904)

      RELONG I paced those cloisteral aisles, erelong
      I moved where pale memorial shapes convene,
      Where poet, warrior, statesman, king or queen
      In one great elegy of sculpture throng,
      When suddenly, with heart-beats glad and strong,
      I saw the face of that lost friend serene
      Who robed Hiawatha and Evangeline
      In such benign simplicity of song!
       
      Then, swiftly as light mists on morning leas,
      All history, legend, England, backward drawn,
      Vanished like vision to incorporate air.
      And in one sweet colonial home o’er seas
      I saw the lamp shine out across the lawn,
      I heard the old clock ticking on the stair!

"Longfellow in Westminster Abbey" is reprinted from The Century, vol. 29, issue 4 (Feb 1885).

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