Anne Reeve Aldrich (Энн Рив Олдрич)

Recollection

How can it be that I forget
The way he phrased my doom,
When I recall the arabesques
That carpeted the room?

How can it be that I forget
His look and mein that hour,
When I recall I wore a rose,
And still can smell the flower?

How can it be that I forget
Those words that were his last,
When I recall the tune a man
Was whistling as he passed?

These things are what we keep from life's
Supremest joy or pain;
For memory locks her chaff in bins
And throws away the grain.

1. Love's Change
2. Suppose
3. In November
4. Music of Hungary

Laura Temple (Лаура Темпл) Recollection ("Steal on dark silent hour! I love thy sway")

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