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Birds of Passage: Flight The Third
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Fata Morgana
O sweet illusions of Song,
That tempt me everywhere,
In the lonely fields, and the throng
Of the crowded thoroughfare!
I approach, and ye vanish away,
I grasp you, and ye are gone;
But ever by nigh an day,
The melody soundeth on.
As the weary traveller sees
In desert or prairie vast,
Blue lakes, overhung with trees,
That a pleasant shadow cast;
Fair towns with turrets high,
And shining roofs of gold,
That vanish as he draws nigh,
Like mists together rolled,—
So I wander and wander along,
And forever before me gleams
The shining city of song,
In the beautiful land of dreams.
But when I would enter the gate
Of that golden atmosphere,
It is gone, and I wander and wait
For the vision to reappear.
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Chicago: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "Fata Morgana," Birds of Passage: Flight The Third, ed. Callaway, Morgan, Jr., 1962- in The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (New York: George E. Wood, 1850), Original Sources, accessed April 26, 2024, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=F9NXJ2W9U9FTFUE.
MLA: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. "Fata Morgana." Birds of Passage: Flight The Third, edited by Callaway, Morgan, Jr., 1962-, in The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, New York, George E. Wood, 1850, Original Sources. 26 Apr. 2024. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=F9NXJ2W9U9FTFUE.
Harvard: Longfellow, HW, 'Fata Morgana' in Birds of Passage: Flight The Third, ed. . cited in 1850, The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 26 April 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=F9NXJ2W9U9FTFUE.
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