Fata Morgana
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1807 to 1882
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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That tempt me everywhere,
For the vision to reappear.
I grasp you, and ye are gone;
That vanish as he draws nigh,
The shining city of song,
As the weary traveller sees
But ever by night and by day,
In the lonely fields, and the throng
It is gone, and I wander and wait
In desert or prairie vast,
But when I would enter the gate
Blue lakes, overhung with trees,
And forever before me gleams
That a pleasant shadow cast;
And shining roofs of gold,
I approach, and ye vanish away,
So I wander and wander along,
Of the crowded thoroughfare!
In the beautiful land of dreams.
Fair towns with turrets high,
O sweet illusions of Song,
Of that golden atmosphere,
Like mists together rolled, -
The melody soundeth on.