Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: Changed

Birds of Passage, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FLIGHT THE THIRD - Changed
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________________________________________________ FLIGHT THE THIRD: Changed From the outskirts of the town Where of old the mile-stone stood. Now a stranger, looking down I behold the shadowy crown Of the dark and haunted wood. Is it changed, or am I changed? Ah! the oaks are fresh and green, But the friends with whom I ranged Through their thickets are estranged By the years that intervene. Bright as ever flows the sea, Bright as ever shines the sun, But alas! they seem to me Not the sun that used to be, Not the tides that used to run. Content of FLIGHT THE THIRD: Changed [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: Birds of Passage] Read next: FLIGHT THE THIRD: The Challenge Read previous: FLIGHT THE THIRD: The Castle-Builder Table of content of Birds of Passage GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Birds of Passage, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow