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The Old Familiar Faces

by Charles Lamb

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Drawing the boundary…

Gypsy Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Old Familiar Faces

by Charles Lamb

I have had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days,
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies,
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a love once, fairest among women;
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her —
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man;
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like, I paced round the haunts of my childhood.
Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse,
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?
So might we talk of the old familiar faces —

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Gypsy Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

You are the safe and firelit room, 
I am the open wold; 
You are the city, and this your doom- 
Never to feel the outer cold, 
Never to fear the inner dark: 
Never to strain the ears, and hark 
For any foot but the foot of Time; 
Never to know a loss worth gain 
Or soul that's worth the birthing-pain; 
Never to find hill worth the climb 
Or joy that may be worth the tear — 
My Dear! 

You are shut in from snow and sleet, 
I am out in the wind; 
My feet are strange to the trodden street 
As you are strange to the winds that beat. 
The mists that hover and blind. 
I cannot stay, you cannot bind — 
My hands unclasp and let you go, 
As if you were no more than snow 
That slips away from me in rain. 
I love you, yet our souls are twain. 
For I am knowledge, you are fear. 
My Dear. 

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