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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.