Paying Calls

I went by footpath and by stile

    Beyond where bustle ends,

Strayed here a mile and there a mile

    And called upon some friends.

On certain ones I had not seen

    For years past did I call,

And then on others who had been

    The oldest friends of all.

It was the time of midsummer

    When they had used to roam;

But now, though tempting was the air,

    I found them all at home.

I spoke to one and other of them

    By mound and stone and tree

Of things we had done ere days were dim,

    But they spoke not to me.

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