Resurrecting Longfellow

Resurrecting Longfellow Relegated as a minor poet Longfellow's Psalm returns as memory from a long-ago classroom.. Is it time to look again..? Two verses may suffice.. In our real experience dreams and waking share one reality: each are manifestations of the finite mind which rises within our Self (and in astonishment for the material-minded) are made of our Self.. Indeed..this experience awakens us from slumber and at last we discover things are not what they seem.. Our Self not the confined self (which our culture assigns) is our true identity.. The Self..well..of course is not made of dust is not destined for the grave...! Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. For the complete poem, A Psalm of Live, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, use this link: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44644/a-psalm-of-life