The Meeting
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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 has 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.
Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
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| Merry Christmas from Simon, Kelly, and Merwin's tennis balls. |
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4 Merwins 'Til Christmas
Saturday, December 21, 2013
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| It's like his head is just too heavy or something. |
10 Merwins 'Til Christmas
Sunday, December 15, 2013
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| I generally hate human appearances in these things, but this is just too ridiculous to pass up. |
17 Merwins 'Til Christmas
Sunday, December 8, 2013
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| When one of us is out of the house, you will find him watching the door. For hours. And hours. |
18 Merwins 'Til Christmas
Saturday, December 7, 2013
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| This is Merwin and his two friends passed out. Wild animals. |
24 Days Of Merwin
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Here we are again at my favorite time of year. Just like in 2011 and 2012, we'll count down the days until Christmas with photos of the dog. Just normal, usual, every day human behavior. Nothing to see here...
Our opening day features a staged shot of Merwin sleep snuggling his favorite new mouse toy.
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