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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Wander Song

Alfred Hitch

I PASS with Time from place to place,

Like Time, return no more;

Always a new, immortal face

To greet me at the door.

Friends alter not, nor love grows cold,—

No change in life is rung;

For me the old were always old,

The young are always young.

I pass with Time from place to place,

Like Time, return no more;

Always a new, immortal face

To greet me at the door.