For works with similar titles, see Memory.
4591976Poems — MemoryAnne Whitney
MEMORY.
A thin 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.