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The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Stars, Life And Love, Twilight
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.627, Library of America

The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Twilight, Joy, Departed
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1099, Delphi Classics

How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beautiful, Morning, Twilight
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1852). “The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With Illustrations by John Gilbert”, p.272

Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beautiful, Summer, Twilight
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1854). “Poems. New edition”, p.410

I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love, Time, Twilight
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1855). “The Works: Kavanagh. Outre-Mer”, p.164

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happy Birthday, Twilight, Opportunity
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.627, Library of America

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ocean, Twilight, Sadness
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.98

The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Twilight, Done, Golden
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1868). “The Golden Legend”, p.182

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fall, Twilight, Hands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1039, Delphi Classics

To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We walk here, as it were, in the crypts of life; at times, from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ and the chanting choir; we see the light stream through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; and shall we fear to mount the narrow staircase of the grave that leads us out of this uncertain twilight into life eternal?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Time, Twilight, Doors
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.473

The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Twilight, Blow, Wind
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.131

What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sweet, Regret, Twilight

The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fall, Twilight, Clouds
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.845, Jazzybee Verlag

Some feelings are quite untranslatable; no language has yet been found for them. They gleam upon us beautifully through the dim twilight of fancy, and yet when we bring them close to us, and hold them up to the light of reason, lose their beauty all at once, as glow worms which gleam with such a spiritual light in the shadows of evening, when brought in where the candles are lighted, are found to be only worms like so many others.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spiritual, Twilight, Feelings
"Hyperion" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Boston: Ticknor, Reed & Fields, 1853.

The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Twilight, Land, Romance
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.288

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