Memory

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Title:     Memory
Author: Thomas Bailey Aldrich [More Titles by Aldrich]

My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour--
'Twas noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May--
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

[The end]
Thomas Bailey Aldrich's poem: Memory

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