Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.
The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (ed. 1851)
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.
The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (ed. 1851)