A bird bills the selfsame song,
With never a fault in its flow,
That we listened to here those long
  Long years ago.

A pleasing marvel is how
A strain of such rapturous rote
Should have gone on thus till now
  Unchanged in a note!

-- But it's not the selfsame bird. --
No: perished to dust is he....
As also are those who heard
  That song with me.