A Gleam of Sunshine Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
        Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
        The forms that once have been.

The Past and Present here unite
        Beneath Time's flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
        But seen on either side.

Here runs the highway to the town;
        There the green lane descends,
Through which I walked to church with thee,
        O gentlest of my friends!

The shadow of the linden-trees
        Lay moving on the grass;
Between them and the moving boughs,
        A shadow, thou didst pass.

Thy dress was like the lilies,
        And thy heart as pure as they:
One of God's holy messengers
        Did walk with me that day.

I saw the branches of the trees
        Bend down thy touch to meet,
The clover-blossoms in the grass
        Rise up to kiss thy feet,