You did not walk with me - Of late to the hill-top tree - By the gated ways, As in earlier days; You were weak and lame, So you never came; And I went alone, and I did not mind; Not thinking of you as left behind...

I walked up there to-day
Just in the former way;
Surveyed around
The familiar ground
By myself again;
What difference, then ?
Only that underlying sense
Of the look of a room on returning thence.