Leaving the present too empty and poor!
I had sometimes fancied a pang like this,
From a passing tone, or a look in his face;
But the meeting was such unclouded bliss,
And the days that follow'd it full of grace.
In the sweet content of finding a home,
There was not leisure for joy to grow dim;
But the cloud was there, and ready to come,
And the cloud was the fear of change in him!
Harry is changed—he is graver,—I think