[sonneteer [id}crossofsnow{id]}[meta [author}Henry Wadsworth Longfellow{author] [title}The Cross of Snow{title]] [sonnet}[octave}[quatrain}[s}[line}[phr}In the long,{phr] [phr}sleepless watches of the night,{phr]{line] [line}[phr}A gentle face —{phr] [phr}the face of one long dead —{phr]{line] [line}[phr}Looks at me from the wall,{phr] [phr}where round its head{line] [line}The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.{line]{phr]{quatrain]{s] [quatrain}[s}[line}[phr}Here in this room she died;{phr] [phr}and soul more white{line] [line}Never through martyrdom of fire was led{line] [line}To its repose;{phr] [phr}nor can in books be read{line] [line}The legend of a life more benedight.{line]{phr]{quatrain]{s]{octave] [sestet}[tercet}[s}[phr}[line}There is a mountain in the distant West{line] [line}That,{phr] [phr}sun-defying,{phr] [phr}in its deep ravines{line] [line}Displays a cross of snow upon its side.{line]{phr]{tercet]{s] [tercet}[s}[phr}[line}Such is the cross I wear upon my breast{line] [line}These eighteen years,{phr] [phr}through all the changing scenes{line] [line}And seasons,{phr] [phr}changeless since the day she died.{phr]{line]{tercet]{s]{sestet]{sonnet]{sonneteer]