Ten Years Since

        'Tis ten years since
    I saw her on the stairs,
    Heard her in house-affairs,
    And listened to her cares;
And the trees are ten feet taller,
And the sunny spaces smaller
Whose bloomage would enthrall her;
And the piano wires are rustier,
The smell of bindings mustier,
And lofts and lumber dustier
    Than when, with casual look
    And ear, light note I took
    Of what shut like a book
        Those ten years since!
   Nov. 1922