Partial recall ...

... By Heart.

I remember astounding my parents, when I was I suppose 8, by memorising the lengthy narrative poem Edinburgh After Flodden (by W.E. Aytoun), of which I understood very little - it was the music I was memorising (as when I learnt the prologue to Henry V at a similarly precocious age).

That is what hooks us on poetry - that discovery that words can be music. I can still recite the poems I have always known and I can still memorize poems with comparative ease. It bothers me that don't bother to do so more.