Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poetry

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

The Reaper and the Flowers
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.

"Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith... more

Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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