University of Virginia Library

Old Haunts.

FOR MUSIC.

I love to linger on my track
Wherever I have dwelt and parted,
In after years to loiter back,
And feel as once I felt,—young-hearted!
My foot falls lightly on the sward
Yet leaves a deathless dint behind it,
With tenderness I still regard
Its unforgotten print, to find it!
Old places have a charm for me
The new can ne'er attain, for ever,
Old faces—how I long to see
Those looks that here can greet me never!
Yet, these are gone:—while all around
Is changing with each changing hour,
I'll anchor on the solid ground
And root my memories there in power!