I took a hansom on to-day
For a round I used to know--
That I used to take for a woman's sake
In a fever of to-and-fro.
There were the landmarks one and all--
What did they stand to show?
Street and square and river were there--
Where was the antient woe?
Never a hint of a challenging hope
Nor a hope laid sick and low,
But a longing dead as its kindred sped
A thousand years ago!