Remembering Longfellow

I have a lovely, wilted copy of the Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Found it at my favorite resale shop. It fits nicely in my hand, the pages are felty, and on the faded red-cloth cover is stamped in gold a torch-bearer in mid stride.

Outside, the night air is warming just a bit, and so the closing lines from the poem "Woods in the Winter" beckoned:

Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear

Has grown familiar with your song;

I hear it in the opening year, --

I listen and it cheers me long.