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ONCE knew all the birds that came

And nested in our orchard trees,

For every flower I had a name,—

My friends were woodchucks, toads, and bees;

I knew where thrived in yonder glen

What plants would soothe a stone-bruised toe—

Oh, I was very learned then,

But that was very long ago.

I knew the spot upon the hill

Where checkerberries could be found,

I knew the rushes near the mill

Where pickerel lay that weighed a pound!

I knew the wood—the very tree

Where lived the poaching, saucy crow,

And all the woods and crows knew me—

But that was very long ago.

And pining for the joys of youth,

I tread the old familiar spot

Only to learn this solemn truth:

I have forgotten, am forgot.