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THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (1), by             Poet's Biography
First Line: I had a chair at every hearth
Last Line: And the fret lies on me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Yeats, W. B.
Subject(s): Old Age; Retirement


I had a chair at every hearth,
When no one turned to see,
With "Look at that old fellow there,
"And who may he be?"
And therefore do I wander now,
And the fret lies on me.

The road-side trees keep murmuring
Ah, wherefore murmur ye,
As in the old days long gone by,
Green oak and poplar tree?
The well-known faces are all gone
And the fret lies on me.





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