Monday, January 7, 2013

Monday Musings

An author friend and I were talking over the weekend about family, friends, and taking care of ourselves. During the course of the conversation she said something that reminded me of this poem - one I thought I would share with you today.


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

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