<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Haunting Memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild rockets blew along the lane;<br>The tall white gentians too were there;<br>The mullein stalks were brave again;<br>Of blossoms was the bramble bare;<br>And toward the pasture bars below<br>The cows went by me, tinkling slow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Straight through the sunset flew a thrush,<br>And sang the only song he knew,<br>Perched on a ripening elder bush;<br>(Oh, but to give his song its due!)<br>Sang it, and ceased, and left it there<br>To haunt bush, blade, and golden air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, but to make it plain to you!<br>My words were wrought for grosser stuff;<br>To give that lonely tune its due,<br>Never a word is sweet enough;<br>A thing to think on when ’twas past,<br>As is the first rose or the last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lad, driving his cows along,<br>Strode whistling through the windy grass;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little pool the shrubs among<br>Lay like a bit of yellow glass;<br>A window in the farmhouse old,<br>Turned westward, was of glaring gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have forgotten days and days,<br>And much well worth the holding fast;<br>Yet not the look of those green ways,<br>The bramble with its bloom long past,<br>The tinkling cows, the scent, the hush—<br>Still on the eider sings that thrush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lizette+Woodworth+Reese">Lizette Woodworth Reese</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448010" data-title="A Haunting Memory de Lizette Woodworth Reese" data-description="Wild rockets blew along the lane; The tall white gentians too were there; The mullein stalks were brave again; Of blossoms was the bramble bare; And toward the pasture bars below The cows went by me, tinkling slow. Straight through the sunset fle..."></div> </div> </div>

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