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Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


The holiest of all holidays are those
  Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
  The secret anniversaries of the heart,
  When the full river of feeling overflows;--
The happy days unclouded to their close;
  The sudden joys that out of darkness start
  As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
  Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
  White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
  White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;--a fairy tale
  Of some enchanted land we know not where,
  But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's other poems:
  1. To the River Yvette
  2. To the River Rhone
  3. Oliver Basselin
  4. The Warden of the Cinque Ports
  5. Thangbrand the Priest

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