Though Thou Return Unto The Former Things [Sonnet]

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Title:     Though Thou Return Unto The Former Things [Sonnet]
Author: Fanny Kemble [More Titles by Kemble]

Though thou return unto the former things,
Fields, woods, and gardens, where thy feet have strayed
In other days, and not a bough, branch, blade
Of tree, or meadow, but the same appears
As when thou lovedst them in former years,
They shall not seem the same; the spirit brings
Change from the inward, though the outward be
E'en as it was, when thou didst weep to see
It last, and spak'st that prophecy of pain,
"Farewell! I shall not look on ye again!"
And so thou never didst--no, though e'en now
Thine eyes behold all they so loved of yore,
The Thou that did behold them then, no more
Lives in this world, it is another Thou.

[The end]
Fanny Kemble's poem: Though Thou Return Unto The Former Things [Sonnet]

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