The Forge

How strangely gleams through the gigantic trees
The red light of the forge! Wild, beckoning shadows
Stalk through the forest,
Ever and anon
Rising and bending with the flickering flame,
Then flitting into darkness!
So within me
Strange hopes and fears do beckon to each other,
My brightest hopes giving dark fears a being
As the light does the shadow.

About Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride" and "The Song of Hiawatha." One of the most popular American poets of the 19th century.

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