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Holidays

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow·1807–1882
Lines:14Movement:Romanticism
The holiest of all holidays are thoseKept 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 startAs flames from ashes; swift desires that dartLike 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 taleOf some enchanted land we know not where,But lovely as a landscape in a dream.