This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,--
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October
Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean.
Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pre.
Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,
Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion,
List to the mournful tradition still
Longfellow's work as required text in high school ruined him for many adults. Pity. Evangeline was delightful.
When the king deports the Acadian people from their homes, Evangeline is separated from her fiancee. She pursues her love throughout the North American continent, always seemingly a few days behind him.
Their eventual finding of each other is bittersweet and lovely and worthy of the great poet.
A beautifully written poem by a great American poet. It is wonderfully lyrical and tells a marvelous story about the Acadians. Should be required reading again in schools.