Memory: A Panorama

I stopped to look: it was a coolish day, 
And I was early. There, the green spread out, 
A memory -- the world of long ago, 
That's now remembered as paradise, 
But was more difficult, and more complex 
Than I could understand, then. Yet, inside, 
I knew this was both ancestry and voice, 
And I its vessel more than its possessor. 

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