Ah! gone is the old necromancy,
For nothing seems right to my eye
On that hill there are stores that I knew not;
There's a street—where I once lost my way;
And the copse where you once tied my shoe-knot
Is shamelessly open as day!
And that bank by the spring—I once drank there,
And you called the place Eden, you know;
Now, I'm banished like Eve—though the bank there
Is belonging to "Adams and Co."
And that bank by the spring—I once drank there,
And you called the place Eden, you know