Posted by
Emma Ismail
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Still .....
Here, ever since you gone,
If there be change no change I see:
I only walk our wonted road,
The road is only walk'd 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 a month since you stood here?
One shortest month? Then tell me why
Voices are harsher than they were,
And tears are longer ere they dry.