The Old Familiar Faces
Charles Lamb
1775 to 1834
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I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days,
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man;
How some they have died, and some they have left me,
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her —
Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies,
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Ghost-like, I paced round the haunts of my childhood.
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.
I loved a love once, fairest among women;
So might we talk of the old familiar faces —
Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.
I have had playmates, I have had companions,
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.