A nature poem written by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Poem 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. For more poems, check out the poem catalog page.
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