I WENT by footpath and by stile Beyond where bustle ends, Strayed here a mile and there a mile And called upon some friends. On certain ones I had not seen For years past did I call, And then on others who had been The oldest friends of all. It was the time of midsummer When they had used to roam; But now, though tempting was the air, I found them all at home. I spoke to one and other of them By mound and stone and tree Of things we had done ere days were dim, But they spoke not to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DECLASSE by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD LYNTON VERSES: 4. LYNTON TO PORLOCK (EXMOOR) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE PIANO AT RED'S by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. AT A FAIR by GEORGE DOUGLAS HOWARD COLE THE LORDS OF LIFE: 6. MERCURY by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE |