Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ‘My LostYouth’, in Putnam’s Monthly Magazine, vol.6, Aug. Collected in The Courtship of Miles Standish and Other Poems, 1858. In his diary Longfellow notes that these lines are from an ‘old Lapland song’.
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But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night,
shall lead thee to thy grave.
– William Wordsworth
Linnaeus in Lapland
BY LORINE NIEDECKER
Nothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots—
the boots
of the people
wet inside: they must swim
to church thru the floods
or be taxed—the blossoms
from the bosoms
of the leaves
Fog-thick morning—
I see only
where I now walk. I carry
my clarity
with me.
Hear
where her snow-grave is
the You
ah you
of mourning doves
The Darling Downs Gazette and General Advertiser (Toowoomba, Qld. : 1858 – 1880), Monday 3 May 1880
THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY 