February 26.

February 27

H. W. Longfellow, born 1807.

No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate;

But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.

Responds,- -as if with unseen wings
An angel touched its quivering strings:
And whispers, in its song,

"Where hast thou stayed so long?"

February 29.

Endymion.

I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!

I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls.

I felt her presence by its spell of might
Stoop o'er me from above;

The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.

Hymn to the Night.

February 29.

MARCH.

The twilight is sad and cloudy,
The wind blows wild and free.

Twilight.

And the night wind rising, hark!
How above there in the dark,

In the midnight, and the snow,
Ever wilder, fiercer, grander,
Like the trumpets of Iskander,
All the noisy chimneys blow!

The Wind over the Chimney.

In the stormy month of March even, there are bright warm mornings, when we open our windows to inhale the balmy air.

Hyperion-Book 2, chap. 1.