Or slept beneath their shade.
Have disappeared--no trace I see
Of them upon the glade.

The school house, too, which stood near by,
Has long since ceased to be;
To find its site I often try,
No trace of it I see.

The road I traveled to and fro,
With nimble feet and spry,
I cannot find, but well I know
It must have been hard by.

The pond where skating once I fell
Upon the ice so hard--
I lost my senses for a spell,
And hence became a bard--

Is dry land now where grain or grass
Is growing year by year;
I see the spot, as oft I pass,
No ice nor pond is there.

A barn is standing on the spot
Where once the school house stood;
A dwelling on the playground lot,
A cornfield in the wood.

I mourn not for these altered scenes,