Dogwoods and Azaleas and Springtime and Poetry at Our House

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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.

—  Memorabilia: by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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