The poem
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.
why hasnt anyone commented this one yet.... holidays r fun..... i geuss i just had to be first! YAY ME!
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hey jenny.. yay i guess ive commented in a right way.. is that true. well i really love this poem a lot and also it has very good pronounciation.. i really appreciate henry for his fantastic job... keep it up...
tulsi!
Holidays
I found this poem thru Barlett's Famous Quotations searching subject "anniversaries." Line 3--on target. Will read in program about anniversaries at retirement community:marriages of 67 yrs, more than 50, some 10 or less.Also D-Day, Korean War,100th ann'y of Lake Oswego,, Pendleton Rodeo,Portland 103rd Rose Festival! Fits!