Poetry Friday: Memory

Another forgotten poem by New Hampshire's Thomas Bailey Aldrich.

My mind lets go a thousand things,

Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,

And yet recalls the very hour--

'T was 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.

And really, which memory is more valuable?

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