Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/To Old Chi Psi

by Andrew Findlay Underhill

TO OLD CHI PSI.

RONDEAU.

TO old Chi Psi—when Winter hoar
Locks the still lake from shore to shore,
 Before the faggot's fitful blaze,
 'Mid reveries of bygone days—
My fleeting fancies turn once more.

Again I ope the mystic door,
And come as once I came before—
 A neophyte of verdant ways—
To old Chi Psi.

The manly faces of a score,
Of friends, as they were known of yore,
 Amid the dying embers gaze
 And beckon me from out the haze
Of years whose fleeting joys are o'er—
To old Chi Psi.