HERE, ever since you went abroad, <br /> If there be change no change I see: <br />I only walk our wonted road, <br /> The road is only walk'd by me. <br /> <br />Yes; I forgot; a change there is-- <br /> Was it of that you bade me tell? <br />I catch at times, at times I miss <br /> The sight, the tone, I know so well. <br /> <br />Only two months since you stood here? <br /> Two shortest months? Then tell me why <br />Voices are harsher than they were, <br /> And tears are longer ere they dry.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absence-6/
