Ballads for the Times (Now first collected,) Geraldine, A Modern Pyramid, Bartenus, A Thousand Lines, and other poems. By Martin F. Tupper. A new Edition, enlarged and revised |
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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!
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!
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!
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