In Groudle Glen

You will never come again,

You who were so gay

That summer’s day.

You will never laugh again

In quite the same way;

You are gone for ever,

Kidnapped by the jealous years.

Some other place, some other time

Knows you, your joyous laughter and your tears;

But never, never,

Will you with me the same pathway climb.

There is one who bears your name

Who may remember, as I do,

The child who once was you –

But you are not the same !

 

Mona’s Herald      9.10.62