Poems (Jackson)/To an Absent Lover

by Helen Hunt Jackson

TO AN ABSENT LOVER.

HAT so much change should come when thou dost go,Is mystery that I cannot ravel quite.The very house seems dark as when the lightOf lamps goes out. Each wonted thing doth growSo altered, that I wander to and froBewildered by the most familiar sight,And feel like one who rouses in the nightFrom dream of ecstasy, and cannot knowAt first if he be sleeping or awake.My foolish heart so foolish for thy sakeHath grown, dear one!Hath grown, dear one!Teach me to be more wise.I blush for all my foolishness doth lack;I fear to seem a coward in thine eyes.Teach me, dear one,—but first thou must come back!