English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Here, Ever Since You Went Abroad.

 

 

 

 

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Here, ever since you went abroad,
  If there be change, no change I see,
I only walk our wonted road,
  The road is only walkt 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.

 

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