English POEM THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES

I have had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days -
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Let him, to muse on the old familiar faces.
Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,
Earth seemed desert I was bound to traverse,
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.
Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father’s dwelling?
So might we talk of the old familiar faces -
How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed -
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
- Charles Lamb