St. Launce’s Revisited
Slip back, Time!Yet again I am nearingCastle and keep, uprearingGray, as in my prime.
At the innSmiling close, why is itNot as on my visitWhen hope and I were twin?
Groom and jadeWhom I found here, moulder;Strange the tavern-holder,Strange the tap-maid.
Here I hiredHorse and man for bearingMe on my wayfaringTo the door desired.
Evening gloomedAs I journeyed forwardTo the faces shoreward,Till their dwelling loomed.
If againTowards the Atlantic sea thereI should speed, they’d be thereSurely now as then? . . .
Why waste thought,When I know them vanishedUnder earth; yea, banishedEver into nought.
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