How are you grow so old? Is this the lad

With whom I played, with whom I laughed and fought,

And walked the quiet woodland way and caught

The sound of bird's sweet song? Whose hand I had

In boyish pledge? With whom in later years

I found new roads and shared and dared the bold

Adventures you proposed? Has all that fire

Of youth gone from you, all that old desire

Left you silent thus? How are you so old?