: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Green Acadian meadows, with sylvan rivers among them, Village, and mountain,
'and woodlands ; and, walking under their shadow, As in the days of her youth,
rose in his vision. Tears came into his eyes ; and as slowly he lifted
his eyelids, Vanished the vision away, hut Evangeline
knelt by his bedside.
Vainly he strove to whisper her name, for the accents unuttered Died on his lips,
and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove
to rise; ...