Meeting after Long Absence

I as she FEARED IT WOULD BE HERE 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. II AS IT WAS I TOLD myself in singing words   That you were changed and I was true; I would not trust winds, waves, and birds   That change was not in you. I sang love’s dirge before we met,—   “As murdered corpse in river bed In eyes my heart cannot forget   I see Love lying dead!” You came—one look—on word was spoken,   Our hands, once clasped, forgot to part, And, though our silence is unbroken,   Heart has found rest on heart.