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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882).  Complete Poetical Works.  1893.
Birds of Passage
Flight the Second.
O LITTLE feet! that such long years
Must wander on through hopes and fears,
  Must ache and bleed beneath your load;
I, nearer to the wayside inn
Where toil shall cease and rest begin,        5
  Am weary, thinking of your road!
O little hands! that, weak or strong,
Have still to serve or rule so long,
  Have still so long to give or ask;
I, who so much with book and pen        10
Have toiled among my fellow-men,
  Am weary, thinking of your task.
O little hearts! that throb and beat
With such impatient, feverish heat,
  Such limitless and strong desires;        15
Mine, that so long has glowed and burned,
With passions into ashes turned,
  Now covers and conceals its fires.
O little souls! as pure and white
And crystalline as rays of light        20
  Direct from heaven, their source divine;
Refracted through the mist of years,
How red my setting sun appears,
  How lurid looks this soul of mine!

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