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Poem
March 4, 1890
Daily Yellowstone Journal
Miles City, Custer County, Montana
What is this article about?
A speaker reminisces about a past romance upon hearing a distant whistle of the old song 'Mollie Darling,' evoking memories of waiting for a lover in a far-away June.
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MEMORY.
Last night, as I sat in the shadows
That gathered on woodland and hill
I heard, ringing out in the distance,
A whistle so clear and so shrill
That it startled me from my dreaming.
Well I knew 'twas a lover's song
That was whistled in time to heart beats
And hurried his footsteps along.
'Twas the old-time song, "Mollie Darling"
And over and over again
The clear notes rang out in the stillness
And echoed o'er hilltop and glen.
I wondered if she would be waiting
And watching for him at the gate,
And thinking how fondly she'd chide him
For being a few minutes late.
The notes died away in the distance
I was humming the sweet refrain,
I was wiping away the tear drops
And fighting the old time pain
I prided myself in forgetting.
But the notes of that dear old tune
Had opened the flood gates of memory
And brought back that far away June.
The years had rolled back and I waited
To hear his dear whistle again
The signal to tell he was coming
To greet me, my king among men.
-Florence A. Jones in St. Paul Pioneer Press
Last night, as I sat in the shadows
That gathered on woodland and hill
I heard, ringing out in the distance,
A whistle so clear and so shrill
That it startled me from my dreaming.
Well I knew 'twas a lover's song
That was whistled in time to heart beats
And hurried his footsteps along.
'Twas the old-time song, "Mollie Darling"
And over and over again
The clear notes rang out in the stillness
And echoed o'er hilltop and glen.
I wondered if she would be waiting
And watching for him at the gate,
And thinking how fondly she'd chide him
For being a few minutes late.
The notes died away in the distance
I was humming the sweet refrain,
I was wiping away the tear drops
And fighting the old time pain
I prided myself in forgetting.
But the notes of that dear old tune
Had opened the flood gates of memory
And brought back that far away June.
The years had rolled back and I waited
To hear his dear whistle again
The signal to tell he was coming
To greet me, my king among men.
-Florence A. Jones in St. Paul Pioneer Press
What sub-type of article is it?
Ballad
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Memory
Lover S Whistle
Mollie Darling
Romantic Reminiscence
Old Tune
Heart Beats
Far Away June
What entities or persons were involved?
Florence A. Jones
Poem Details
Title
Memory.
Author
Florence A. Jones
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Well I Knew 'Twas A Lover's Song
That Was Whistled In Time To Heart Beats
And Hurried His Footsteps Along.
'Twas The Old Time Song, "Mollie Darling"
And Over And Over Again
The Clear Notes Rang Out In The Stillness
And Echoed O'er Hilltop And Glen.
But The Notes Of That Dear Old Tune
Had Opened The Flood Gates Of Memory
And Brought Back That Far Away June.
To Greet Me, My King Among Men.