Spotlight Poetry – Rain in Summer [Extract] – A poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Rain in Summer [Extract] by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,

In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain! 

How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs

How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout! 

Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;

And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,

Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain! 

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 -1882) was an American poet and educator.

His works include “Paul Revere’s Ride”, The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline.

He was the first American to translate Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy and was one of the Fireside Poets from New England.

He studied at Bowdoin College and became a professor at Bowdoin and later at Harvard College after spending time in Europe.

His first major poetry collections were Voices of the Night (1839) and Ballads and Other Poems (1841).

Longfellw retired from teaching in 1854 to focus on his writing.

Longfellow wrote many lyric poems known for their musicality and often presenting stories of mythology and legend.

He became the most popular American poet of his day.

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Hymn to the Night a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!

I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o’er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,
The manifold, soft chimes,
That fill the haunted chambers of the Night,
Like some old poet’s rhymes.

From the cool cisterns of the midnight air
My spirit drank repose;
The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,—
From those deep cisterns flows.

O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear
What man has borne before!
Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care
And they complain no more.

Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer!
Descend with broad-winged flight,
The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair,
The best-beloved Night!

Photo Attribution © Julia Margaret Cameron, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1868

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