Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

Afternoon In February - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.

Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.

The snow recommences;
The buried fences
Mark no longer
The road o'er the plain;

While through the meadows,
Like fearful shadows,
Slowly passes
A funeral train.

The bell is pealing,
And every feeling
Within me responds
To the dismal knell;

Shadows are trailing,
My heart is bewailing
And tolling within
Like a funeral bell.


Comments about Afternoon In February by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • Gold Star - 16,206 Points * Sunprincess * (3/14/2014 10:01:00 PM)

    Through clouds like ashes
    The red sun flashes
    On village windows
    That glimmer red

    ............like this poem very much....excellent write.. (Report) Reply

    6 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: funeral, red, river, snow, sun, night, heart



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



[Hata Bildir]