Here you will find the Poem Changed of poet Charles Stuart Calverley
1 I know not why my soul is rack'd: 2 Why I ne'er smile as was my wont: 3 I only know that, as a fact, 4 I don't. 5 I used to roam o'er glen and glade 6 Buoyant and blithe as other folk: 7 And not unfrequently I made 8 A joke. 9 A minstrel's fire within me burn'd. 10 I'd sing, as one whose heart must break, 11 Lay upon lay: I nearly learn'd 12 To shake. 13 All day I sang; of love, of fame, 14 Of fights our fathers fought of yore, 15 Until the thing almost became 16 A bore. 17 I cannot sing the old songs now! 18 It is not that I deem then low; 19 'Tis that I can't remember how 20 They go. 21 I could not range the hills till high 22 Above me stood the summer moon: 23 And as to dancing, I could fly 24 As soon. 25 The sports, to which with boyish glee 26 I sprang erewhile, attract no more; 27 Although I am but sixty-three 28 Or four. 29 Nay, worse than that, I've seem'd of late 30 To shrink from happy boyhood -- boys 31 Have grown so noisy, and I hate 32 A noise. 33 They fright me, when the beech is green, 34 By swarming up its stem for eggs: 35 They drive their horrid hoops between 36 My legs: -- 37 It's idle to repine, I know; 38 I'll tell you what I'll do instead: 39 I'll drink my arrowroot, and go 40 To bed.