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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.