December 12, 2019

Holidays... Literary Pearls

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.


  1. Replies
    1. Yes. Longfellow was a marvelous poet and story teller.

  2. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THE LOOK HERE!!! (sorry for yelling, I might have warned you,lol). I hope the famous kid got her papers done, smiles.

    1. She's getting it done! No warning needed. I am glad you like how it looks.

  3. Your winter blog "look" is delightful ! Perfect !Love the sparkly tree and kisses of red !!!
    Your literary pearls are wonderful...such a sweet badly needed...
    Thank you !
    Be well , my friend


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