AFTER THE YEARS

WHEN you went back to the old home place had the mountain become a hill? Had the raging river your boyhood knew shrunk down to a peaceful rill? Were the monster trees in the old front yard but half of their former size? Was something gone—and you don’t know what what—from the blue of the arching skies? Was the swimming-hole but a muddy pool when once it was crystal clear? Were the apples but half as big and red as they were in that other year? When you went back to the old home place did the red barn seem so small It didn’t look like the one you’d known? Was the mighty waterfall That used to roar in your boyish ears but a little dash of spray That fell so light you could hardly hear a dozen feet away? Were the corn rows only half as long as they were in the long ago, When you measured them with aching arms and the weight of a heavy hoe? When you went back to the old home place had the mill pond dwindled down? Was Main Street only a muddy track in the heart of a sleepy town? And the well that was fathoms, fathoms deep, with its wheel and creaking chain, Did it seem to you like a shrunken thing when you looked at it again? Was something gone of the bygone days, from the sod and the arch of sky That we used to see when we played as boys in the old days—you and I? Nay, Heart, the mountain rises high as it did of yore; the rill Was a river once and the boys near by see a raging river still. The well is fathoms, fathoms deep and the apples ripe and red; The sod is cool and green and soft, and the sky up overhead Is blue and clear, and the days are rare and glad as they used to be— But where is the Heart of the olden time—hast thou brought it back with thee?