A Little While, A Year Agone, I Knew Her For A Romping Child, A Dimple And A Glance That Shone With Idle Mischief When She Smiled. To-Day She Passed Me In The Press, And Turning With A Quick Surprise I Wondered At Her Stateliness, I Wondered At Her Altered Eyes. To Me The Street Was Just The Same, The People And The City'S Stir; But Life Had Kindled Into Flame, And All The World Was Changed For Her. I Watched Her In The Crowded Ways, A Noble Form, A Queenly Head, With All The Woman In Her Gaze, The Conscious Woman In Her Tread.