Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem/sonnet: Holidays

Birds of Passage by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A BOOK OF SONNETS - Holidays
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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. Content of A BOOK OF SONNETS: Holidays [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: Birds of Passage] Read next: A BOOK OF SONNETS#Wapentake Read previous: A BOOK OF SONNETS#The Four Princesses at Wilna Table of content of Birds of Passage GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Birds of Passage by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow