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.