St Launce's Revisited

   Slip back, Time!
Yet again I am nearing
Castle and keep, uprearing
   Gray, as in my prime.

   At the inn
Smiling close, why is it
Not as on my visit
   When hope and I were twin?

   Groom and jade
Whom I found here, moulder;
Strange the tavern-holder,
   Strange the tap-maid.

   Here I hired
Horse and man for bearing
Me on my wayfaring
   To the door desired.

   Evening gloomed
I journeyed forward
To the faces shoreward,
   Till their dwelling loomed.

   If again
Towards the Atlantic sea there
I should speed, they'd be there
   Surely now as then?...

   Why waste thought,
When I know them vanished
Under earth; yea, banished
   Ever into nought.