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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow·1807–1882
Lines:24Movement:Romanticism
The day is ending,The night is descending;The marsh is frozen,The river dead. Through clouds like ashesThe red sun flashesOn village windowsThat glimmer red. The snow recommences;The buried fencesMark no longerThe road o'er the plain; While through the meadows,Like fearful shadows,Slowly passesA funeral train. The bell is pealing,And every feelingWithin me respondsTo the dismal knell; Shadows are trailing,My heart is bewailingAnd tolling withinLike a funeral bell.