第36章 THE WALK

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.