By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Holidays 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. Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/holidays-by-henry-wadsworth-longfellow#ixzz3uyLgJknf #FamilyFriendPoems