Remembrance

I went back to a place I knew When I was very, very small ; The same old yellow roses grew Against the same old wall.

Each thing I knew was in its place; The well, the white stones by the road, The box-hedge with its cobweb lace, And a small spotted toad.

And yet the place seemed changed and still ; The house itself had shrunk, I know. And then my eyes began to fill — For I had always loved it so !