The Meeting

After so long an absence
At last we meet again:
Does the meeting give us pleasure,
Or does it give us pain?

The tree of life has been shaken,
And but few of us linger now,
Like the Prophet’s two or three berries
In the top of the uttermost bough.

We cordially greet each other
In the old, familiar tone;
And we think, though we do not say it,
How old and gray he is grown!

We speak of a Merry Christmas
And many a Happy New Year
But each in his heart is thinking
Of those that are not here.

We speak of friends and their fortunes,
And of what they did and said,
Till the dead alone seem living,
And the living alone seem dead.

And at last we hardly distinguish
Between the ghosts and the guests;
And a mist and shadow of sadness
Steals over our merriest jests.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

CultFit Long

 

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5 Comments on “The Meeting”

    • CultFit says:

      One of my personal favorites – I hope all is well, take care this weekend and be sure to bundle up? :)

    • Sandra says:

      You too! Brrrrr! We are getting 10 degree snow today–you know, the pretty kind. :-)
      I am off to PT, figure up final grades, lunch with a senior (as in retired/returning) student, then perhaps a nap then a spin!

  1. graceh13 says:

    Nice write! :)

    • CultFit says:

      Longfellow’s writing is simply – breathtaking! I’m glad you enjoyed this piece as much as I do, take care and be well this weekend!