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 MEETING AFTER LONG ABSENCE: AS SHE FEARED IT WOULD BE

ERE in this room, where first we met, And where we said farewell with tears, Here, where you swore "Though you forget My love shall deeper grow with years,"

Here, where the pictures on the wall, The very rugs upon the floor, The smallest objects you recall,— I am awaiting you once more.

The books that we together read, From off their shelves they beckon me All here seems living! What is dead? What is the ghost I fear to see?

Unchanged am I.—Did you despise My love as "small"—it fills my heart! You come—a stranger from your eyes Looks out—and meeting first we part.