Anne Whitney

1821-1915

 

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.

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