There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;
Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,
The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
The leaves above their sunny palms outspread.

(from "The Spirit of Poetry" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

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Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

(from "A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe)

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Be comforted; the world is very old,
And generations pass, as they have passed,
A troop of shadows moving with the sun;
Thousands of times has the old tale been told;
(from "A Shadow" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;
Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,
The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
The leaves above their sunny palms outspread.

(from "The Spirit of Poetry" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

arrowBoth
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

(from "A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe)

arrowBoth
Be comforted; the world is very old,
And generations pass, as they have passed,
A troop of shadows moving with the sun;
Thousands of times has the old tale been told;
(from "A Shadow" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)