The Return

Never go back to places you have known 

And knowing, loved them — never turn your feet 

Toward lands that have been yours, and yours alone 

 

For fond illusions are the quickest flown, 

And brief is pleasure’s taste, however sweet. 

Never go back to places you have known 

 

With aching heart, or a nostalgic groan 

To find the long-remembered lost retreat 

Toward lands that have been yours, and yours alone 

 

Forgotten, or with mosses overgrown, 

Or turned into a crowded city street. 

Never go back to places you have known 

 

Though fixed in memory, as if carved in stone — 

Do not turn back, where paths well-trodden meet, 

Toward lands that have been yours, and yours alone 

 

Unless you have another led, and shown 

Where still remain, however incomplete, 

The lands that have been yours, and yours alone — 

Never go back to places you have known. 

What are you looking for?