A bird sings the selfsame song, <br />With never a fault in its flow, <br />That we listened to here those long <br />Long years ago. <br /> <br />A pleasing marvel is how <br />A strain of such rapturous rote <br />Should have gone on thus till now <br />unchanged in a note! <br /> <br />--But its not the selfsame bird.-- <br />No: perished to dust is he.... <br />As also are those who heard <br />That song with me.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-selfsame-song/
