54641: Gone, Gone Again

<p dir="ltr"> Gone, gone again,<br> May, June, July,<br> And August gone,<br> Again gone by,<br> Not memorable<br> Save that I saw them go,<br> As past the empty quays<br> The rivers flow.<br> And now again,<br> In the harvest rain,<br> The Blenheim oranges<br> Fall grubby from the trees<br> As when I was young---<br> And when the lost one was here---<br> And when the war began<br> To turn young men to dung.<br> Look at the old house,<br> Outmoded, dignified,<br> Dark and untenanted,<br> With grass growing instead<br> Of the footsteps of life,<br> The friendliness, the strife;<br> In its beds have lain<br> Youth, love, age, and pain:<br> I am something like that;<br> Only I am not dead,<br> Still breathing and interested<br> In the house that is not dark:---<br> I am something like that:<br> Not one pane to reflect the sun,<br> For the schoolboys to throw at---<br> They have broken every one.<br></p>