......whenever I cross the river
On its bridge with wooden piers,
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
Comes the thought of other years.
And I think how many thousands
Of care-encumbered men,
Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
Have crossed the bridge since then.
I see the long procession
Still passing to and fro,
The young heart hot and restless,
And the old subdued and slow!
And forever and forever,
As long as the river flows
As long as the heart has passions,
As long as life has woes;
The moon and its broken reflection
And its shadows shall appear,
As the symbol of love in heaven,
And its wavering image here.
On its bridge with wooden piers,
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
Comes the thought of other years.
And I think how many thousands
Of care-encumbered men,
Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
Have crossed the bridge since then.
I see the long procession
Still passing to and fro,
The young heart hot and restless,
And the old subdued and slow!
And forever and forever,
As long as the river flows
As long as the heart has passions,
As long as life has woes;
The moon and its broken reflection
And its shadows shall appear,
As the symbol of love in heaven,
And its wavering image here.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Silhouettes
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Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener
I like bridges. There is so much history associated with them, especially old bridges. If only they could talk and tell us about all the people that have crossed over them. Their architecture is always interesting. Enjoyed seeing all of yours.
ReplyDeleteSome of those remind me of a bridge I used to cross up in Northumberland. It bore a sign which read "Weak bridge" - but what you were supposed to do I could never quite work out!
ReplyDeleteI really like the one with poles for the railing. Farmers used to have little old bridges when a stream cut through their land.
ReplyDeleteSome nice images, Gardener! However, the last image of the highly utilitarian round metal culverts is fittingly ugly. And, I'll never understand why engineers combine a dam and a bridge--if one or the other is damaged or falls into disrepair, it compromises the other. Longfellow's poem is a little maudlin, isn't it?
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