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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.


By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

FROM the outskirts of the town

Where of old the milestone 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.