Poems (Whitney)/Memory
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MEMORY.
A thin that glideth about
When the stars are in and the sun is out;
Escaping and cheating the eye
That seeketh it out most anxiously;
Yet when the night-shades fall,
And the work of the day is done,
Ever it trippeth home
By the light of the evening sun.
When the stars are in and the sun is out;
Escaping and cheating the eye
That seeketh it out most anxiously;
Yet when the night-shades fall,
And the work of the day is done,
Ever it trippeth home
By the light of the evening sun.