SOMETHING has changed him; yesterday He passed me frowning, scarcely bowed, And almost looked the other way, A careless stranger in the crowd. But now? What grasp of cordial hand! What cheery laugh, what genial tone! 'Mid eddying throngs we pause and stand As if Broadway were ours alone. Dear fellow! One word tells the tale; 'Tis not the world of yesterday; His heart gives every comrade hail; His wife is coming home to-day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHT MAIL NORTH (EUSTON SQUARE, 1840) by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM SINCERITIES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ORNITHOPOLIS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |