Changed Music

When I and she I loved walked side by side,
With love beneath, around us, and above,
I made her songs, whereof the soul was love.
My happy songs flowed to her as a tide
That shoreward sets when angry waves subside;
And sweet it was to feel her life should move
To music of my making, sweet enough
To please her heart, and leave it satisfied.

And now, if she, remote from griefs and joys
('Mid fields forlorn no reapers come to reap),
Should catch this sadder music, she would seem
Like one who fallen to glad strains asleep.
And waking, as it were, from some long dream.
Finds the song changed indeed, but not the voice.