| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXVIII. Loneliness
‘Here, ever since you went’ | | By Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) |
| | | 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. | |
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| Yes; I forgot; a change there is— | 5 |
| Was it of that you bade me tell? | |
| I catch at times, at times I miss | |
| The sight, the tone, I know so well. | |
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| Only two months since you stood here! | |
| Two shortest months! Then tell me why | 10 |
| Voices are harsher than they were, | |
| And tears are longer ere they dry. | | | | |
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