remembering

though thoughts,
deep-rooted in my heart,
like pine-trees dark and high,
subdue the light of noon,
and breathe
a low and ceaseless sigh;
this memory brightens
o’er the past,
as when the sun, concealed
behind some cloud
that near us hangs
shines on a distant field.

(h. w. longfellow)

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