'TWAS to greet the new rector I called here, But in the arm-chair I see My old friend, for long years installed here, Who palely nods to me. The new man explains what he's planning In a smart and cheerful tone, And I listen, the while that I'm scanning The figure behind his own. The newcomer urges things on me; I return a vague smile thereto, The olden face gazing upon me Just as it used to do! And on leaving I scarcely remember Which neighbour to-day I have seen, The one carried out in September, Or him who but entered yestreen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT A FUNERAL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE MONEY DIGGERS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE BLUDE RED ROSE AT YULE by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. LOVE'S VISION by EDWARD CARPENTER |