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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Memory

1807–1882 United States

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The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.

The heart hath its own memory, like the mind,
And in it are enshrined
The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought
The giver's loving thought.

Nothing now is left
But a majestic memory.

There comes to me out of the Past
A voice, whose tones are sweet and wild,
Singing a song almost divine,
And with a tear in every line.

This memory brightens o'er the past,
As when the sun concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs,
Shines on a distant field.

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