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 LongfellowLike black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTo be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow