Memory
By Anne Whitney
A thing 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.
Source Book
Poems
by Anne Whitney
Copyright 1860
Published by Ticknor And Fields, Boston
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