Do not because this day I have grown saturnine Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought Because I have no other youth, can make me pine; For how should I forget the wisdom that you brought, The comfort that you made? Although my wits have gone On a fantastic ride, my horse's flanks are spurred By childish memories of an old cross Pollexfen, And of a Middleton, whose name you never heard, And of a red-haired Yeats whose looks, although he died Before my time, seem like a vivid memory. You heard that labouring man who had served my people. He said Upon the open road, near to the Sligo quay -- No, no, not said, but cried it out -- 'You have come again, And surely after twenty years it was time to come.' I am thinking of a child's vow sworn in vain Never to leave that valley his fathers called their home. @3November@1 1919 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KING'S THRESHOLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LINES ON HEARING THE ORGAN by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ELEGY: 16. ON HIS MISTRESS by JOHN DONNE TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN THE SHAVEN BEAUTY by YUSUF IBN HARUN AL-RAMADI ASPIRATIONS: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND |