Twas To Greet The New Rector I Called I Here, But In The Arm-Chair I See My Old Friend, For Long Years Installed Here, Who Palely Nods To Me. The New Man Explains What He's Planning In A Smart And Cheerful Tone, And I Listen, The While That I'm Scanning The Figure Behind His Own. The Newcomer Urges Things On Me; I Return A Vague Smile Thereto, The Olden Face Gazing Upon Me Just As It Used To Do! And On Leaving I Scarcely Remember Which Neighbour To-Day I Have Seen, The One Carried Out In September, Or Him Who But Entered Yestreen.