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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF DELIRIUM by WILLIAM COWPER ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |