Past Times

Old Acquaintance! shall the nights
You and I wore out together,
Be forgot like common things, —
Like some dreary night that brings
Nought, save foul weather?

We were young, when you and I
Talked of golden things together, —
Of love and rhyme, of books and men:
Ah! our hearts were buoyant then
As the wild-goose feather!

Twenty years have fled, we know,
Bringing care and changing weather;
But hath th' heart no backward flights,
That we again may see those nights,
And laugh together?

Jove's eagle, soaring to the sun,
Renews the past year's mouldering feather:
Ah, why not you and I, then, soar
From age to youth, — and dream once more
Long nights together?
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