Autumn Within
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
It is autumn; not without,
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.
Birds are darting through the air,
Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,
Save within my lonely breast.
There is silence: the dead leaves
Fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves
Comes no murmur from the mill
In the Harbor: Ultima Thule - Part II
Published 1882
Maine manufacturers
then & Now
Clocks, cupolas, & TOWERS
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FACADES
exteriors
interiors
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MACHINERY
MILLS
MURALS
NEIGHBORHOODS
Renaissance
WATERWAYS
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28” x 50” prints