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-63/
