THEY leave us so to the way we took, As two in whom they were proved mistaken, That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook, With mischievous, vagrant, seraphic look, And try if we cannot feel forsaken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS OWNE EPITAPH by FRANCOIS VILLON WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU by ROBERT BURNS A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (2) by WALTER RALEIGH CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD by WALT WHITMAN INDIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |