Rambling I Looked For An Old Abode Where, Years Back, One Had Lived I Knew; Its Site A Dwelling Duly Showed, But It Was New. I Went Where, Not So Long Ago, The Sod Had Riven Two Breasts Asunder; Daisies Throve Gaily There, As Though No Grave Were Under. I Walked Along A Terrace Where Loud Children Gambolled In The Sun; The Figure That Had Once Sat There Was Missed By None. Life Laughed And Moved On Unsubdued, I Saw That Old Succumbed To Young: 'Twas Well. My Too Regretful Mood Died On My Tongue.