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Holidays

The holiest of all holidays are

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

As flames from ashes; swift desires that

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

Of some enchanted land we know not where,

But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The …
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