Explore "Afternoon in February" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The day is ending, / The night is descending; / The marsh is frozen, / The river dead.
Through clouds like ashes / The red sun flashes / On village windows / That glimmer red.
The snow recommences; / The buried fences / Mark no longer / The road o'er the plain;
While through the meadows, / Like fearful shadows, / Slowly passes / A funeral train.
The bell is pealing, / And every feeling / Within me responds / To the dismal knell;
Shadows are trailing, / My heart is bewailing / And tolling within / Like a funeral bell.