They are not those who used to feed us <br />When we were young--they cannot be - <br />These shapes that now bereave and bleed us? <br />They are not those who used to feed us, - <br />For would they not fair terms concede us? <br />- If hearts can house such treachery <br />They are not those who used to feed us <br />When we were young--they cannot be!<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-puzzled-game-birds-triolet/
