The Hanging of the Crane
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Complete Poetical Works
I
The lights are out, and
gone are all the guests
That thronging came with merriment and
jests
To celebrate the Hanging of the Crane
In the new
house,--into the night are gone;
But still the fire upon the
hearth burns on,
And I alone remain.
O fortunate, O happy day,
When a new household finds its place
Among the myriad homes of
earth,
Like a new star just sprung to birth,
And rolled on its
harmonious way
Into the boundless realms of space!
So said the
guests in speech and song,
As in the chimney, burning bright,
We hung the iron crane to-night,
And merry was the feast and
long.
II
And now I sit and muse on what may be,
And in my
vision see, or seem to see,
Through floating vapors interfused
with light,
Shapes indeterminate, that gleam and fade,
As
shadows passing into deeper shade
Sink and elude the sight.
For two alone, there in the hall,
As spread the table round and
small;
Upon the polished silver shine
The evening lamps, but,
more divine,
The
light of love shines over all;
Of
love, that says not mine and thine,
But ours, for ours is thine
and mine.
They want no guests, to come between
Their tender
glances like a screen,
And tell them tales of land and sea,
And whatsoever may betide
The great, forgotten world outside;
They want no guests; they needs must be
Each other's own best
company.
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