
Standing on a bridge at midnight in June, the speaker watches the moon and tide and recalls earlier visits when overwhelming care brought a wish to be carried away. That burden has lifted, but the bridge still recalls the past and the sorrows of others; the moon and its broken reflection become symbols of heavenly love and its wavering earthly image.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Meditative Poetry · 534 words
I stood on the bridge at midnight, / As the clocks were striking the hour, / And the moon rose o'er the city, / Behind the dark church-tower.
I saw her bright reflection / In the waters under me, / Like a golden goblet falling / And sinking into the sea.
bridges · moonlight · tides · memory · sorrow · relief
The Bridge is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, dated Date unknown.
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