Sonnet. Though Thou Return Unto The Former Things,

Though thou return unto the former things, Fields, woods, and gardens, where thy feet have strayed In other days, and not a bough, branch, blade Of tree, or meadow, but the same appears As when thou lovedst them in former years, They shall not seem the same; the spirit brings Change from the inward, though the outward be E'en as it was, when thou didst weep to see It last, and spak'st that prophecy of pain, 'Farewell! I shall not look on ye again.' And so thou never didst—no, though e'en now Thine eyes behold all they so loved of yore, The Thou that did behold them then, no more Lives in this world, it is another Thou.