Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — A Gleam of Sunshine

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,         Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past         The forms that once have been. The Past and Present here unite         Beneath Time's flowing tide, Like footprints hidden by a brook,         But seen on either side. Here runs the highway to the town;         There the green lane descends, Through which I walked to church with thee,         O gentlest of my friends! The shadow of the linden-trees         Lay moving on the grass; Between them and the moving boughs,         A shadow, thou didst pass. Thy dress was like the lilies,         And thy heart as pure as they: One of God's holy messengers         Did walk with me that day. I saw the branches of the trees         Bend down thy touch to meet, The clover-blossoms in the grass         Rise up to kiss thy feet, "Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,         Of earth and folly born!" Solemnly sang the village choir         On that sweet Sabbath morn. Through the closed blinds the golden sun         Poured in a dusty beam, Like the celestial ladder seen         By Jacob in his dream. And ever and anon, the wind,         Sweet-scented with the hay, Turned o'er the hymn-book's fluttering leaves         That on the window lay. Long was the good man's sermon,         Yet it seemed not so to me; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful,         And still I thought of thee. Long was the prayer he uttered,         Yet it seemed not so to me; For in my heart I prayed with him,         And still I thought of thee. But now, alas! the place seems changed;         Thou art no longer here: Part of the sunshine of the scene         With thee did disappear. Though thoughts, deep-rooted in my heart, Like pine-trees dark and high, Subdue the light of noon, and breathe         A low and ceaseless sigh; This memory brightens o'er the past,         As when the sun, concealed Behind some cloud that near us hangs         Shines on a distant field.