HERE, ever since you went abroad,   If there be change no change I see: I only walk our wonted road,   The road is only walk'd by me.

Yes; I forgot; a change there is—   Was it of that you bade me tell? I catch at times, at times I miss   The sight, the tone, I know so well.

Only two months since you stood here?   Two shortest months? Then tell me why Voices are harsher than they were,   And tears are longer ere they dry.