HE seemed so strange to me, every way -- In manner, and form, and size, From the boy I knew but yesterday, -- I could hardly believe my eyes! To hear his name called over there, My memory thrilled with glee And leaped to picture him young and fair In youth, as he used to be. But looking, only as glad eyes can, For the boy I knew of yore, I smiled on a portly little man I had never seen before! -- Grave as a judge in courtliness -- Professor-like and bland -- A little fat doctor and nothing less, With his hat in his kimboed hand. But how we talked old times, and "chaffed" Each other with "Minnie," and "Jim" -- And how the little fat doctor laughed, And how I laughed with him! "And it's pleasant," I thought, "though I yearn to see The face of the youth that was, To know no boy could smile on me As the little fat doctor does!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...METAMORPHOSES: BOOK 8. BAUCIS AND PHILEMON by PUBLIUS OVIDIUS NASO HERE LIES A LADY by JOHN CROWE RANSOM LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ONCE WITH DEATH NEAR by REBA MAXWELL AVERY LITTLE JOHN AND THE RED FRIAR; A LAY OF SHERWOOD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN IN MEMORY OF AGOSTINO ISOLA, OF CAMBRIDGE, WHO DIED 1797 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS DON'T BE DOWN-HEARTED (A PHILOSOPHIC POME) by BERTON BRALEY EPIGRAM ON ELPHINSTONE'S TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS by ROBERT BURNS |