Classic Poem

“Oh where are the old kingdoms,
Where is the ancient way,
And the remembered city
Where once I used to play?”
“You stand within the kingdom,
You walk the city's street,
And still there throng about you
The folk you used to meet.”

“Where are the merry voices
And laughter trouble-free,
And where are my old comrades
That used to play with me?”
“Their merry voices call you
But you will not reply.
They touch your hand in welcome,
But now you pass them by.”

“Where is my love departed
With her delightful eyes,
And heart too free for sorrow,
And lips too proud for sighs?”
“Along the road beside you
Your true love walks and near,
But she may call for ever,
And you will never hear.”