AS I went through the ancient town, Long lost and found once more, Oh, who is this in a green gown I knew so well of yore? Veils of enchantment hid the place, Hung every street and square: I felt the sea-wind in my face And the ruffling in my hair. O town I loved so well and lost, And find again with tears, Your streets hold many a darling ghost And all the vanished years! My heart went singing a low song, Glad to be home again. But who is this comes blithe and young, Not feared of life but fain? Oh, who is this comes cold as a stone To my quick cry and call? Of all the faces loved and flown I knew her best of all. "Stay, you are ..." Is she deaf and blind, Or hath she quite forgot? What chill is in the sun, the wind, Because she knows me not? As I went down—my eyes were wet— Eager and stepping fast That was my own sweet youth I met, Who knew me not and passed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE UNDERSTANDING by NIXON WATERMAN SONGS OF LABOR: DEDICATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PORTRAIT OF A LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |