| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893. | | | | A Book of Sonnets | | Moods |
| | | OH that a Song would sing itself to me | |
| Out of the heart of Nature, or the heart | |
| Of man, the child of Nature, not of Art, | |
| Fresh as the morning, salt as the salt sea, | |
| With just enough of bitterness to be | 5 |
| A medicine to this sluggish mood, and start | |
| The life-blood in my veins, and so impart | |
| Healing and help in this dull lethargy! | |
| Alas! not always doth the breath of song | |
| Breathe on us. It is like the wind that bloweth | 10 |
| At its own will, not ours, nor tarrieth long; | |
| We hear the sound thereof, but no man knoweth | |
| From whence it comes, so sudden and swift and strong, | |
| Nor whither in its wayward course it goeth. | | | | |
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