In Longfellow's first poem, The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, he mentions of some sort of stranger - a stranger, in my opinion, that represents the unnamed as a whole - that fades away in time without anyone noticing. Like a tree falling in the forest, nobody hears it. It just happens. No one knows when it happens, no one knows how, no one really cares, all of us apathetic. In Longfellow's other poem, The Cross of Snow, he is specifically talking about his wife. This is because his wife had just passed away, and he woke up one night and was perhaps inspired to write this poem.
The second poem expresses his personal grief over the loss of his wife, of how it was like a cross he has to bear on his chest. Many romantics of the time were deeply obsessed with emotions and other sorts of feelings, and so they sought to express it in the most ornate and wordiest way (while rhyming and following the rules of poetry at the same time) to display their feminism and emotional interior.
These men were caring men, perhaps enjoyed a little bit of shopping, fine cloth such as silk, walking with a strut that displayed their donkage, and urinating while sitting.
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