Moods

Moods by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The speaker longs for a song from nature or the human heart to relieve a sluggish mood and restore vitality. Yet song comes unpredictably, like a wind whose origin and destination remain unknown.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Sonnet, Lyric Poetry, Metapoetry · 177 words

First lines

Oh that a Song would sing itself to me / Out of the heart of Nature, or the heart / Of man, the child of Nature, not of Art, / Fresh as the morning, salt as the salt sea, / With just enough of bitterness to be / A medicine to this sluggish mood, and start / The life-blood in my veins, and so impart / Healing and help in this dull lethargy! / Alas! not always doth the breath of song / Breathe on us. It is like the wind that bloweth / At its own will, not ours, nor tarries long; / We hear the sound thereof, but no man knoweth / From whence it comes, so sudden and swift and strong, / Nor whither in its wayward course it goeth.

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poetic inspiration · lethargy · song · emotional healing · sonnet

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