“Come back,” ye seem to say; “Ye seek in vain;
We went, we sought, and homeward turned again.
Come back, come back.”
“Come back, come back”; and whither back or why?
To fan quenched hopes, forsaken schemes to try;
Walk the old fields; pace the familiar street;
Dream with the idlers, with the bards compete.
“Come back, come back.”
“Come back, come back”; and whither and for what?
To finger idly some old Gordian knot,