On the Way to Kew. 
By Henley, William Ernest. 


On the way to Kew,
By the river old and grey,
Where in the Long Ago
We laughed and loitered so,
I met a ghost today,
A ghost that told of you - 
A ghost of low replies
And sweet inscrutable eyes,
Coming up from Richmond
As you used to do.

By the river old and grey,
The enchanted Long Ago
Murmured and smiled anew.
On the way to Kew,
March had the laugh of May,
The bare boughs looked aglow,
The old immortal words
Sang in my breast like birds,
Coming up from Richmond
As I used with you.

With the life of Long Ago
Lived my thoughts of you.
By the river old and grey
Flowing his appointed way
As I watched I knew
What is so good to know - 
Not in vain, not in vain,
Shall I look for you again
Coming up from Richmond
On the way to Kew.