"Memory"

 Poem 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-- 

'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.