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BY JOSEPH MERY by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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A speaker stands at a tall doorway, framed by roses, gazing at three paths that the world presents: the perilous Sea, the tiring Town, and the bleak Highway heading north toward death.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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BY JOSEPH MERY

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

From this high portal, where upsprings The rose to touch our hands in play, We at a glance behold three things-- The Sea, the Town, and the Highway. And the Sea says: My shipwrecks fear; I drown my best friends in the deep; And those who braved icy tempests, here Among my sea-weeds lie asleep! The Town says: I am filled and fraught With tumult and with smoke and care; My days with toil are overwrought, And in my nights I gasp for air. The Highway says: My wheel-tracks guide To the pale climates of the North; Where my last milestone stands abide The people to their death gone forth. Here, in the shade, this life of ours, Full of delicious air, glides by Amid a multitude of flowers As countless as the stars on high; These red-tiled roofs, this fruitful soil, Bathed with an azure all divine, Where springs the tree that gives us oil, The grape that giveth us the wine; Beneath these mountains stripped of trees, Whose tops with flowers are covered o'er, Where springtime of the Hesperides Begins, but endeth nevermore; Under these leafy vaults and walls, That unto gentle sleep persuade; This rainbow of the waterfalls, Of mingled mist and sunshine made; Upon these shores, where all invites, We live our languid life apart; This air is that of life's delights, The festival of sense and heart; This limpid space of time prolong, Forget to-morrow in to-day, And leave unto the passing throng The Sea, the Town, and the Highway.

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§01Quick summary

What this poem is about

A speaker stands at a tall doorway, framed by roses, gazing at three paths that the world presents: the perilous Sea, the tiring Town, and the bleak Highway heading north toward death. Rather than selecting any of these routes, the poem suggests remaining in this vibrant, sunlit paradise filled with flowers, wine, olive trees, and waterfalls, enjoying the present moment and allowing the hectic, treacherous world to move on without you.

§02Themes

Recurring themes

§03Line by line

Stanza by stanza, with notes

  1. From this high portal, where upsprings / The rose to touch our hands in play,

    Editor's note

    The poem begins at a threshold — a magnificent doorway adorned with climbing roses. The roses "touch our hands in play," instantly creating a feeling of comfort and sensory delight. From this one spot, the speaker can take in everything important: the Sea, the Town, and the Highway. Three worlds in a single glance.

  2. And the Sea says: My shipwrecks fear; / I drown my best friends in the deep;

    Editor's note

    The Sea finds its voice and uses it to send a warning. It doesn't try to romanticize its nature — it acknowledges that it takes the lives of those closest to it, including the sailors who placed their trust in it. The sight of brave men resting amid seaweed is haunting, removing any sense of heroic glamour from the sea.

  3. The Town says: I am filled and fraught / With tumult and with smoke and care;

    Editor's note

    The Town speaks next, painting a picture of industrial-era urban misery: noise, pollution, and overwork during the day, followed by suffocation at night. The phrase "gasp for air" hits hard — the city isn't merely unpleasant; it's actually choking its inhabitants.

  4. The Highway says: My wheel-tracks guide / To the pale climates of the North;

    Editor's note

    The Highway is the most desolate voice of all. It heads north — cold, pale, and lifeless — with its last milestone indicating where people have gone to meet their end. This road offers no adventure; it offers only closure. All three voices now share a common message: if you leave, you will suffer.

  5. Here, in the shade, this life of ours, / Full of delicious air, glides by

    Editor's note

    With the three warnings delivered, the poem shifts focus to "here." Life in this sheltered, flower-filled space doesn't march or struggle — it *glides*. The word choice is intentional: this is existence without friction. Comparing flowers to stars hints that this abundance feels almost cosmic in scale.

  6. These red-tiled roofs, this fruitful soil, / Bathed with an azure all divine,

    Editor's note

    The speaker shares the physical details of the Mediterranean landscape with genuine affection: terracotta roofs, rich earth, olive trees, and grapevines. The use of the word "divine" isn't casual — the blue sky here feels sacred, almost as if the place itself is blessed.

  7. Beneath these mountains stripped of trees, / Whose tops with flowers are covered o'er,

    Editor's note

    Even the bare, rocky mountain peaks are topped with flowers. The mention of the Hesperides — the mythical garden at the western edge of the world where golden apples grow — transforms this real landscape into a living myth. Importantly, the springtime here is everlasting.

  8. Under these leafy vaults and walls, / That unto gentle sleep persuade;

    Editor's note

    The canopy of leaves forms a natural architecture—vaults and walls—that gently invites you to relax. The rainbow created by the waterfall's mist and sunlight is one of the poem's most striking images: a beauty that feels both tangible and ephemeral at the same time.

  9. Upon these shores, where all invites, / We live our languid life apart;

    Editor's note

    "Languid" is an important word—it signifies a slow, relaxed, and unhurried pace, and the poem uses it as a compliment. Living "apart" from the world doesn’t imply isolation or failure; rather, it reflects a thoughtful, wise decision. The shore offers a celebration for both the senses and the heart.

  10. This limpid space of time prolong, / Forget to-morrow in to-day,

    Editor's note

    The closing stanza gives a straightforward instruction: embrace this clear, unclouded time; let tomorrow slip away. The last line returns to the poem's opening image, returning the Sea, the Town, and the Highway to "the passing throng" — the restless crowd that hasn’t grasped what the speaker has learned.

§04Tone & mood

How this poem feels

The tone is warm, relaxed, and subtly convincing. Longfellow (translating Méry) maintains a calm demeanor — he allows the Sea, Town, and Highway to voice their own shortcomings, then spends the rest of the poem crafting a sensory argument for staying put. There's a gentle appreciation for life's pleasures, but also a hint of deeper thought: the poem presents the decision to pause as a wise choice rather than an act of laziness. By the end, the atmosphere leans towards contentment — not exuberant joy, but a profound, steady satisfaction found in living in the right place.

§05Symbols & metaphors

Symbols & metaphors

The Sea, the Town, and the Highway
These three create a triptych highlighting the dangers and demands of the world. The Sea symbolizes nature's indifference and the thrill of adventure; the Town embodies industrial modernity and its harsh consequences; the Highway signifies the ambition or migration that often leads to death. Together, they capture every reason someone might abandon a good life.
The high portal with the rose
The doorway serves as the poem's main viewpoint—a boundary between the protected paradise within and the menacing world outside. The rose that extends to brush against your hand indicates that beauty in this space is not far-off or rigid; instead, it's close and lively.
The Hesperides
In Greek mythology, the Hesperides were nymphs who cared for a garden of immortality located at the far western edge of the world. Calling upon them turns the Mediterranean landscape into a mythical paradise — a realm where time, aging, and death have less power.
The rainbow of the waterfalls
Made of "mingled mist and sunshine," the rainbow in the waterfall embodies the poem's core message: the most beautiful things arise from the harmony of opposites. It's both fleeting and constantly there, much like the "limpid space of time" that the speaker wishes to extend.
The pale climates of the North
The North represents the poem's imagery of death and cold — contrasting sharply with the sunlit south where the speaker is located. The Highway leads to this place, and those who travel it are depicted as having gone "to their death." Here, direction holds both moral and mortal significance.
Olive tree and grapevine
These two Mediterranean staples — the olive tree that produces oil and the grapevine that yields wine — have long represented civilization, nourishment, and the good life. Their existence anchors the poem's paradise in something tangible and enjoyable, rather than just beautiful scenery.

§06Historical context

Historical context

This poem is a translation by Longfellow of a work by the French poet and playwright Joseph Méry (1797–1866). Méry was a prolific Romantic writer from Marseille, known for his vivid depictions of the Mediterranean region of southern France. Longfellow was an enthusiastic translator—his most famous translation is Dante's *Divine Comedy*—and he frequently introduced European poetry to American audiences in the mid-nineteenth century. The poem fits into the tradition of *locus amoenus* writing, which refers to a "pleasant place" motif that dates back to classical antiquity, where a beautiful, sheltered landscape contrasts with the dangers of the outside world. Released during a time of rapid industrial growth and urban expansion, the smoke from the Town and the grim pull of the Highway would have struck a chord with readers witnessing their own cities grow and struggle.

§07FAQ

Questions readers ask

No — Longfellow translated it from the French poet Joseph Méry, which is why the title reads "By Joseph Méry." He was a prominent literary translator in nineteenth-century America, often introducing European poems to English-speaking audiences. The concepts and imagery belong to Méry, while the English phrasing is Longfellow's.

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