Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep;
  The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told!
  The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold
  To the red rising moon, and loud and deep
The nightingale is singing from the steep;
  It is midsummer, but the air is cold;
  Can it be death?  Alas, beside the fold
  A shepherd's pipe lies shattered near his sheep.
Lo! in the moonlight gleams a marble white,
  On which I read: "Here lieth one whose name
  Was writ in water."  And was this the meed
Of his sweet singing?  Rather let me write:
  "The smoking flax before it burst to flame
  Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed."

1. To the River Rhone
2. To the River Yvette
3. Oliver Basselin
4. The Crew of the Long Serpent
5. King Olaf’s War-Horns

Henry Van Dyke Keats ("The melancholy gift Aurora gained")

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