The festive season looms
and with it consideration of the year soon to end:
the loud noises of life which vie constantly for attention
is for a moment stilled
by the need for quiet inner reflection-
“kept by ourselves in silence and apart”.
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by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
celebrated American poet who penned, among others-
Paul Revere’s Ride and The Song of Hiawatha.
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.