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(27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

Nature

Poem By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

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So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, superb writings on nature great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
who is the speaker in the poem? it says " us" so is it an " anonymous human" or someone/something else?
a genius way to explain death...
Please send a poem on nature for 4 class
beautifully crafted........


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