II.
Yes!—twenty years have pass’d, and I am come,
Unknown, unwelcomed, to my early home;
A stranger, striving in my walks to trace
The youthful features in some aged face.
On as I move, some curious looks I read;
We pause a moment, doubt, and then proceed.
They’re like what once I saw, but not the same;
I lose the air, the features, and the name. 70
Yet something seems like knowledge, but the change