Old Sorrow I shall meet again,
And Joy, perchance-but never, never,
Happy Childhood, shall we twain
See each other's face forever!
And yet I would not call thee back,
Dear Childhood, lest the sight of me,
Thine old companion, on the rack
Of Age, should sadden even thee.
John Bannister Tabb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-86/
