Classic Poem

I WENT back an old-time lane
—In the fall o' year,
There was wind and bitter rain
—And the leaves were sere.

Once the birds were lilting high
—In a far-off May—
I remember, you and I
—Were as glad as they.

But the branches now are bare
—And the lad you knew,
Long ago was buried there—
—Long ago, with you!