Friends, my heart is half aweary Of its happiness to-night: Though your songs are gay and cheery, And your spirits feather-light, There's a ghostly music haunting Still the heart of every guest And a voiceless chorus chanting That the Old Times were the best. CHORUS All about is bright and pleasant With the sound of song and jest, Yet a feeling's ever present That the Old Times were the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE MELANCHOLIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SONNET: TO SLEEP by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MICHAEL ANGELO by AUGUSTE BARBIER THE MERCHANT OF VENICE; A LEGEND OF ITALY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM CONCLUDING VERSES, AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM AN AUTUMNAL MORNING WALK by BERNARD BARTON |