Sonnet. The Old and the New Self. Back through the years I look, but cannot see Myself ; a stranger filled my place and bore My face and name. I stand here on the shore Of love’s new world, a new self—loving thee. From this new self, love-crowned, I cannot free My older self : so much love’s dower’s more Than that which it endows. Its boundless store Holds no account with hope or memory. Therefore, the self with which I love you now, Creates a past, wherein strange figures move, My old self and old thoughts, that to and fro Flit aimlessly. This new self, by your love Evoked, looks on, as on some vacant show, So unreal seems that self of long ago. Charles F. Johnson.