I love to linger on my track
Wherever I have dwelt and parted;
In after years to loiter back,
And feel as once I felt -- young-hearted!
My foot falls lightly on the sward
Yet leaves a deathless dint behind it,
With tenderness I still regard
Its unforgotten print, to find it!

Oh! places have a charm for me
The new cannot possess, for ever,
Old faces -- how I long to see
Those looks that here shall bless me never!
Yet, these are gone :-- while all around
Is changing with this changing hour,
I'll anchor on the solid ground,
And root my memories there in power.