Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — Changed

From the outskirts of the town        &nbsp Where of old the mile-stone stood. Now a stranger, looking down I behold the shadowy crown        &nbsp Of the dark and haunted wood. Is it changed, or am I changed?        &nbsp Ah! the oaks are fresh and green, But the friends with whom I ranged Through their thickets are estranged        &nbsp By the years that intervene. Bright as ever flows the sea,        &nbsp Bright as ever shines the sun, But alas! they seem to me Not the sun that used to be,        &nbsp Not the tides that used to run.