The mist hangs round the College tower, <br />The ghostly street <br />Is silent at this midnight hour, <br />Save for my feet. <br /> <br />With none to see, with none to hear, <br />Downward I go <br />To where, beside the rugged pier, <br />The sea sings low. <br /> <br />It sings a tune well loved and known <br />In days gone by, <br />When often here, and not alone, <br />I watched the sky. <br /> <br />That was a barren time at best, <br />Its fruits were few; <br />But fruits and flowers had keener zest <br />And fresher hue. <br /> <br />Life has not since been wholly vain, <br />And now I bear <br />Of wisdom plucked from joy and pain <br />Some slender share. <br /> <br />But, howsoever rich the store, <br />I'd lay it down, <br />To feel upon my back once more <br />The old red gown.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-many-days-3/
