Memory

The Sisters' Tragedy

by Thomas Bailey 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.