Ten years ago in this place we met; we meet as kindly now, we meet as kindly now.For Time for Time hath but little chang\u27d us yet, youth\u27s joyous lip and borw, youth\u27s joyous lip and brow.Above us the tree, the tree a canopy weaves, \u27tis a fanciful thought I know, \u27tis a fanciful thought I knowBut I almost could think they\u27re the same green leaves that were here Ten years ago! that were here Ten years ago!
Ten years ago yet each word and look; are fresh as if just gone by are fresh as if just gone by;They were tracd they were trac\u27d in memry\u27s treasure book,And the ink seems scarcely dry, the ink seems scarcely scarcely dry. The Mariner\u27s bark, the bark has encounter\u27d storms, From his lip no complaint shall flow, From his lip no complaint shall flowIf the bark be but mann\u27d by the same gay forms that were here Ten years ago
