-AND have I changed?� she asked, and as she spoke
The old smile o'er her pale face bravely broke,
And in her eyes dead worlds of pathos woke.
Changed? When I knew again the ghost of each
Remembered trick of gesture, manner, speech,
And felt the beauty that no years could reach!
-I will go back with you without regret,
For not one word you spoke I dare forget,
And with each kiss of yours I tremble yet!�
-No, you have taken your way; I took mine:
A word may not our severed lives entwine,
Nor will a kiss the shattered years combine!�
She put her arms around me, held me near;
Then forward to her lonely path and drear
She turned her sad, wan face, without a tear.