Explore "The Golden Legend" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
A chamber in a tower. PRINCE HENRY sitting alone, ill and restless. Midnight.
PRINCE HENRY. / I cannot sleep! my fervid brain / Calls up the vanished Past again, / And throws its misty splendors deep / Into the pallid realms of sleep! / A breath from that far-distant shore / Comes freshening ever more and more, / And wafts o'er intervening seas / Sweet odors from the Hesperides! / A wind, that through the corridor / Just stirs the curtain, and no more, / And, touching the aolian strings, / Faints with the burden that it brings! / Come back! ye friendships long departed! / That like o'erflowing streamlets started, / And now are dwindled, one by one, / To stony channels in the sun! / Come back! ye friends, whose lives are ended, / Come back, with all that light attended, / Which seemed to darken and decay / When ye arose and went away!