They leave us so to the way we took, <br />As two in whom them were proved mistaken, <br />That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook, <br />With michievous, vagrant, seraphic look, <br />And try if we cannot feel forsaken.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-neglect-2/
