“The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep
Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath,
While underneath such leafy tents they keep
The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Jewish Cemetery at Newport, st. 2 (1858).

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American poet 1807–1882

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