That so much change should come when thou dost go, <br />Is mystery that I cannot ravel quite. <br />The very house seems dark as when the light <br />Of lamps goes out. Each wonted thing doth grow <br />So altered, that I wander to and fro <br />Bewildered by the most familiar sight, <br />And feel like one who rouses in the night <br />From dream of ecstasy, and cannot know <br />At first if he be sleeping or awake. <br />My foolish heart so foolish for thy sake <br />Hath grown, dear one! <br />Teach me to be more wise. <br />I blush for all my foolishness doth lack; <br />I fear to seem a coward in thine eyes. <br />Teach me, dear one,--but first thou must come back!<br /><br />Helen Hunt Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-an-absent-lover/
