Sonnet. "Though thou return unto the former things"

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.