
The speaker wonders what would become of children who depend on the speaker's help if the speaker died before seeing their lives unfold. The reflection turns toward consolation: generations pass, and those who follow will find hope and strength as their predecessors did.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Sonnet, Meditative Poetry · 173 words
I said unto myself, if I were dead, / What would befall these children? What would be / Their fate, who now are looking up to me / For help and furtherance? Their lives, I said, / Would be a volume wherein I have read / But the first chapters, and no longer see / To read the rest of their dear history, / So full of beauty and so full of dread. / Be comforted; the world is very old, / And generations pass, as they have passed, / A troop of shadows moving with the sun; / Thousands of times has the old tale been told; / The world belongs to those who come the last, / They will find hope and strength as we have done.
mortality · children · generations · consolation · hope · sonnet
A Shadow is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, dated Date unknown.
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