Classic Poem

Solemnly the Senior Class
Moves the aisle adown.
Stand up, Bab! Watch sister pass
In her cap and gown!

Once she was as small as you,
With as much to know.
I wrote ballads for her, too—
Long, oh, long ago.

She was once, like you, a fay,
Come with us to dwell,
But she vanished quite one day;
Whither—who can tell?

Some day you will take your flight
From the elfin bough:
Ah, if I could hold you tight,
As I hold you now!

But you'll dance away from me,
Faery aisles adown;
And, grown up, a Senior be,
In a cap and gown.