To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward.

The "good old times" -- all times when old are good.

I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.