h.w.-longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air,
    Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
    Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
        Silent, and soft, and slow
        Descends the snow.

    - from Snow Flakes by H.W. Longfellow
The light of stars.

The night is come, but not too soon,
And sinking silently
All silently the little moon
Drops down beneath the sky.

There is no light in earth or heaven
But the cold light of stars
And the first watch of night is given
To the red planet Mars.

Is it the tender star of love
The star of love and dreams
Oh no! from that blue tent above
A hero’s armour gleams.

And earnest thoughts within me rise
When I behold afar
Suspended in the evening skies
The shield of that red star.

O star of strength I see thee stand
And smile upon my pain
Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand
And I am strong again.

Within my breast there is no light
But the red light of stars
I give the first watch of the night
To the red planet Mars.

The star of the unconquered will
He rises in my breast
Serene and resolute and still
And calm and selfpossessed.

H.W. Longfellow
Voices of the night.

Vincent van Gogh To Theo van Gogh.
Dordrecht, Monday, 26 February 1877.

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
— 

The opening lines to H.W. Longfellows “Paul Revere’s Ride” (1860)

On this day in 1775 Paul Revere made his famous ride from Boston to Lexington to warn the patriots that the British were on the march, and we got a great poem out of it. 

excerpt

“O my children! my poor children!
Listen to the words of wisdom,
Listen to the words of warning,
From the lips of the Great Spirit,
From the Master of Life, who made you!

"I have given you lands to hunt in,
I have given you streams to fish in,
I have given you bear and bison,
I have given you roe and reindeer,
I have given you brant and beaver,
Filled the marshes full of wild-fowl,
Filled the rivers full of fishes:
Why then are you not contented?
Why then will you hunt each other?

"I am weary of your quarrels,
Weary of your wars and bloodshed,
Weary of your prayers for vengeance,
Of your wranglings and dissensions;
All your strength is in your union,
All your danger is in discord;
Therefore be at peace henceforward,
And as brothers live together.”

-Gitche Manito, The Mighty