Memory
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,
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,
Just as the moon was fading
Amid her misty rings,
And every stocking was stuffed
With childhood’s precious things,
The sky is gray as gray may be,
There is no bird upon the bough,
There is no leaf on vine or tree.