I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.


The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes (ed. 1861)

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.

I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.

I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.

I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.