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.
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24 Days Of Merwin
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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