When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIf we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowNoble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowAll sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow