| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1585. Recollection |
| | | By Anne Reeve Aldrich |
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| HOW can it be that I forget | |
| The way he phrased my doom, | |
| When I recall the arabesques | |
| That carpeted the room? | |
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| How can it be that I forget | 5 |
| His look and mien that hour, | |
| When I recall I wore a rose, | |
| And still can smell the flower? | |
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| How can it be that I forget | |
| Those words that were the last, | 10 |
| When I recall the tune a man | |
| Was whistling as he passed? | |
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| These things are what we keep from life’s | |
| Supremest joy or pain; | |
| For Memory locks her chaff in bins | 15 |
| And throws away the grain. | |
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