Longwood
It stands there on a hill of the Mississippi
A partly builded masterpiece
Unfinished, but complete with time-
Flanked by woods garlanded with mosses,
With its many rooms, its many poticos,
Its central hall and rising dome,
At the end of the sunken roadway.
And long after cotton was King,
Long after slavary vanished,
I was deeply stirred by that
Wistful house in old Natchez.
Standing within its walls I envisaged
The slaves making brick,
The foreign workmen laboring .
The marbles arriving from Italy,-
And the architect reveling in his vision.
With fate brooding overall-
I imagined the master and the mistress there,
Briefly dreamed their dream
And witnessed their hopes turned to ashes-
Strange unfinished walls, unpainted timbers,
And soaring dome which play upon the emotions
As a master's hands upon the keyboard.
It is becuase Longwood holds the root and the bloom
The height and the depth, The joy and sorrow, hope and despair,
The life and death of a culture.
Author unknown-
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Longwood, A Love Story
RomansaLongwood It stands there on a hill of the Mississippi A partly builded masterpiece Unfinished, but complete with time- Flanked by woods garlanded with mosses, With its many rooms, its many poticos, Its central hall and rising dome, At the end of...