Though on the frigid scorpion I ride, The dreamy air is full, and overflows With tender memories of the summer-tide And mingled voices of the doves and crows.


The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Poet's Calendar, October, Houghton Mifflin Company. 1883

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

Though on the frigid scorpion I ride, The dreamy air is full, and overflows With tender memories of the summer-tide And mingled voices of the doves...

Though on the frigid scorpion I ride, The dreamy air is full, and overflows With tender memories of the summer-tide And mingled voices of the doves...

Though on the frigid scorpion I ride, The dreamy air is full, and overflows With tender memories of the summer-tide And mingled voices of the doves...

Though on the frigid scorpion I ride, The dreamy air is full, and overflows With tender memories of the summer-tide And mingled voices of the doves...