WHENE'ER I see, hurrying through worldly ways, Those who forget the friends they once have known Who seemed like very kinsmen of their own For fond affection, merged now in the haze That broods o'er the Eternal . . . the old days Faint too and far, like fairy tales outflown From rooms of childhood, -- I must inly moan That Time such numbing power upon us lays. As if the Past were not a playground, where The unforgotten mates slip to and fro In games whose dimness makes them doubly fair, The heart's best comradery, when all is said; As if less lovely were the Long Ago, Or men could lose their dearness, being dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAPTIVE LION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY GREENWOOD CEMETERY by CRAMMOND KENNEDY THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE by EDWARD LEAR SONNET: 20 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A COUNTRY NOSEGAY by ALFRED AUSTIN THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE FRIAR'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: MY TALE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |