You did not walk with me <br />Of late to the hill-top tree <br />As in earlier days, <br />By the gated ways: <br />You were weak and lame, <br />So you never came, <br />And I went alone, and I did not mind, <br />Not thinking of you as left behind. <br /> <br /> <br />I walked up there to-day <br />Just in the former way: <br />Surveyed around <br />The familiar ground <br />By myself again: <br />What difference, then? <br />Only that underlying sense <br />Of the look of a room on returning thence.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-walk-30/
