
Beside an evening hearth, the speaker imagines Fancy building bridges across dark ravines and follows receding footsteps, only to grasp rain. Looking through mist toward a familiar but forbidden land, the speaker recalls friendly faces and casts a thought and an Alpine flower into the darkness.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Meditative Poetry · 361 words
Burn, O evening hearth, and waken / Pleasant visions, as of old! / Though the house by winds be shaken, / Safe I keep this room of gold!
Ah, no longer wizard Fancy / Builds her castles in the air, / Luring me by necromancy / Up the never-ending stair!
imagination · memory · longing · evening hearth · mist
The Bridge of Cloud is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, dated Date unknown.
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