MEMORY
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 moon 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. —Thomas Bailley Aldrich.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 95, 13 July 1927, Page 12
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70MEMORY Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 95, 13 July 1927, Page 12
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