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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882).  Complete Poetical Works.  1893.
 
Birds of Passage
Flight the First.
The Ropewalk
 
IN that building, long and low,
With its windows all a-row,
  Like the port-holes of a hulk,
Human spiders spin and spin,
Backward down their threads so thin        5
  Dropping, each a hempen bulk.
 
At the end, an open door;
Squares of sunshine on the floor
  Light the long and dusky lane;
And the whirring of a wheel,        10
Dull and drowsy, makes me feel
  All its spokes are in my brain.
 
As the spinners to the end
Downward go and reascend,
  Gleam the long threads in the sun;        15
While within this brain of mine
Cobwebs brighter and more fine
  By the busy wheel are spun.
 
Two fair maidens in a swing,
Like white doves upon the wing,        20
  First before my vision pass;
Laughing, as their gentle hands
Closely clasp the twisted strands,
  At their shadow on the grass.
 
Then a booth of mountebanks,        25
With its smell of tan and planks,
  And a girl poised high in air
On a cord, in spangled dress,
With a faded loveliness,
  And a weary look of care.        30
 
Then a homestead among farms,
And a woman with bare arms
  Drawing water from a well;
As the bucket mounts apace,
With it mounts her own fair face,        35
  As at some magician’s spell.
 
Then an old man in a tower,
Ringing loud the noontide hour,
  While the rope coils round and round
Like a serpent at his feet,        40
And again, in swift retreat,
  Nearly lifts him from the ground.
 
Then within a prison-yard,
Faces fixed, and stern, and hard,
  Laughter and indecent mirth;        45
Ah! it is the gallows-tree!
Breath of Christian charity,
  Blow, and sweep it from the earth!
 
Then a school-boy, with his kite
Gleaming in a sky of light,        50
  And an eager, upward look;
Steeds pursued through lane and field;
Fowlers with their snares concealed;
  And an angler by a brook.
 
Ships rejoicing in the breeze,        55
Wrecks that float o’er unknown seas,
  Anchors dragged through faithless sand;
Sea-fog drifting overhead,
And, with lessening line and lead,
  Sailors feeling for the land.        60
 
All these scenes do I behold,
These, and many left untold,
  In that building long and low;
While the wheel goes round and round,
With a drowsy, dreamy sound,        65
  And the spinners backward go.
 
 
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